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Free, as the wings that flutter in my dreams.
A dinky eye glares back at me. Its’ swirl-like markings are
unforgettable.
Weaving around t..
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Nothing in it, my hair was frizzy and wild. Dark brown curls
went in every direction. In sneakers, the black shorts that came to my knees
made my p..
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A short story about my Grandma's house, and how I felt at a specific time.
Please use the following link to listen to the music while you read.
ht..
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So
many voices,
It’s
hard to remember what was told.
Knifes,
in the form of words.
Sharp,
cold.
Who’s
yelling ..
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This is a very short story, but creative. I hope those who read it enjoy it.
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My Mother said this one day with wisdom.
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No sight, couldn't see.Creeping feeling of loneliness.Yet, she was there next to me.Held the closet door tight,Together;It stayed closed, unbelievably..
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Fighting to reach the surface.Hands forced me to stay under,A joyous, beautiful summer day.Kids chased, and jumped in after each other.Still Strugglin..
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No matter what,There's always more than one wayTo a street.Even if it's just forward, and back.
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A strike at the very core of our nation.Mindless siege.No honor, or Morals.Villains; radical thugs,Illustrated in their depravity.It makes me ill, sad..
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