Brain Dust
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The spring is a widowA Story by Brain DustThe tree was no more,Whom will the Spring call now? |
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Her eyesA Story by Brain DustFor the 'One line wonder' contest. |
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And one night...A Story by Brain DustHe sat on his table for a long time. The candle now was a puddle of wax and the light waned long before he could realise. For him, it made no differen.. |
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