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I know you like to make me cryit gives you a little happy buzzdon't it?I know you like to kick me in the facekick me in the teethkick me in the gutlau..
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I killed the
poetry
when I killed the
girl who
wrote it. But now
it's haunting
me again, her
ghost is
whispering in my
ear. They
are..
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The sparrow was
whistling, trapped in her cage
of gleaming white
ribs and crimson wing beats
Peer up through
the midnight cloak, nee..
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Calmly walk from
Alfriston college to the back of the field, to the fenced off
walkway. Jump the fence.Watch out for the barbed wire, it'll cut yo..
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I
struggled to open my eyes, heavy leaden lids hanging low as I
squinted into the bleary half light of ...where?
Groaning,
I rolled onto my ba..
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This is a scene from a story I'm working on but I want to see if it can make sense on its own. Any feedback would be appreciated. =)
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She cast her smile
to the street
she tried to set it free
it snagged on rusted fire escapes
was swept with autumn leaves
..
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There is something to the leaving
packed up and labeled
with brown paper tags
something to being sent
like human packages
tied ..
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Margeurite,
her petals fall
in
rain, tears
on
glazed windows, shaded
charcoal
grey.
Graying,
in the tattered
bindings,
sunsp..
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The cogs are turning in your head
I hear a faint whirring sound
there's just a touch of oil and smoke
rising from broken ground
the metallic t..
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