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The smell of the crisp of autumn's leaves and the aroma of fabricated clothes were present that day-- it was Friday. The morning dew dropped onto Greg..
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Death is retiring and needs to find a replacement for the job, not until the news arrived: An old man living in a cottage in the small town of Fairmon..
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Moonlight's secrecy in a veil,
Rushing in beckons twilight's hail,
Like a fable; frog and the moon,
Like a voice; singing out of tune,
When time s..
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Coming home from his work, the old man, Tim, exhausted, succumbed to his emotions, as the anguish of losing his son's life could only have been compou..
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Pictures that we keep on reminiscing,
Bitter, yet abiding in the feeling,
Wonderfully brewed coffee and tea,
Soothing the warmth of what's once..
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Me HELLO MRS. DAISY
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Distant stars
Ever-so appealing
Equidistant dreams
Heaving in darkness
Rays of light
Finding its comfort
Chamber of secrets
Waiting its time ..
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