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Dreams of K-PopA Story by daeyethDemond Park, a black twenty-four year old, makes a living by dancing on the streets of Seoul, South Korea to support his little sister. One day, Demon.. |
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Night SchoolA Poem by Jimmy DeadmanParty time! |
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CopeA Poem by aDubThis poem was written a few years ago, inspired by Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried," a book about US soldiers during the Vietnam War. |
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DirtA Poem by ScribblerI watch as her boots kick up dirt.She slides her feet across the roadand I am the one to taste the dirt firstHer body is moving eagerly to the silence.. |
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SevenA Chapter by KyAunaMrs. Larkly fills Emma's day with lessons of dance & French. Things between Gwen and Peter start to become apparent. Gwen's relationship with the chil.. |
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Dancing With DarknessA Story by ZombeiaWhen Gorenora and Angel are stuck together for three months, sparks fly. |
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Dancing monster.A Poem by Skie blue.I don't know what I need to do but I feel the burn of dancing. Just one... last time.. Just... One... last... |
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The Music SoulA Poem by RavenwingReally old one, but still enjoy it:) |
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Who should I thank?A Poem by Robert RonnowYou may feel about the planet whatyou feel about a great baseball team or band:that once there was a moment when, unknownto us at the time, we convene.. |
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Absolutely Smooth MustardA Poem by Robert RonnowThere is absolutely nothing to do. Some peoplefall in love. I go have a cheese sandwichwith mustard. Watch skyscraper lights fromthe bed. Look at the .. |
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Twisted WaltzA Poem by Viccy RogersIt was the reaper dressed as an angel And when he asked me to dance He charmed the snake and slayed the beast Beginning the entrance I took his.. |
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A Day To RememberA Chapter by Marina KamoraThis is the first chapter of Shaden Wars. Here, you are introduced to some of the main characters who will play major parts throughout the rest of the.. |
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We Created Our Own HappinessA Poem by Provisional LifeWe created our own happiness,Waving colorful flags,Drinking light with our eyes,Pulsating sounds with our fingers.We created our own happiness,Blissfu.. |
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At the end of the nightA Poem by Gerry LegisterOn a night out, we stay for the finale until the last beat of the song is played |
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