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MercyA Story by EternityWolf101A short story I have been working on for the past few days. |
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AbhasaA Poem by IantheA presence like the column of light that sits on the open iris of a rabbit before impact. Like the prick of ecstasy that prece.. |
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Mighty McQuealon's QuestA Story by David WrightThe mighty Wulfbane McQuealon embarks upon an epic quest to rid the northern moors of the hellish demon hounds. |
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Breaking The SilenceA Story by EastciderWhilst writing this I describe my nervous moments of blogging for the first time in a room ironically contrasted by comfort and discomfort in abundanc.. |
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Random ArrowsA Poem by Tam WarinkStuff like this should remain hidden between the ears. |
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About cats and dogsA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereIt could be about cats and dogs, on the other hand... |
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Caterpillar furA Poem by Robert RonnowSpring is sprung.Clouds of maple.Skies of pine.Red in green.Serviceberry understory.Spring is sprung.Skunk cabbage spathe.Black birch sap.Poplar flowe.. |
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A Designer of SystemsA Poem by Robert Ronnow1I say I'm a designer of systems, plansMan'sParts that stand together, set in place to serveTrees and planets, too, which are unplanned by usThe obser.. |
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My Dog Is the Color of Hardwood FloorsA Poem by Gracie Is PregnantMy dog is literally the color of hardwood floors, which inspired the line that inspired this poem. |
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Under Mummy MountainA Poem by Robert RonnowAspen, ponderosa pine, blue sprucepink glacier-cut rock, scree, ravensgray jay, peregrine falcon, hawk.We climb to 11,000 feet in three days,camp at L.. |
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Hunt // ExigenceA Poem by rabbitinasnowstormthis poem is primarily about the hunter and the hunted. it showcases the addiction of the hunt for both parties involved. |
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InhumaneA Poem by Michael Iam BoneThis poem has a hidden meaning behind it, can you guess it? |
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FurA Poem by LuciaMy neck is warm, too hot- almostThe fur is a dyed, pure rabbit lined scarfPoufs of pink and burgundyLining my neck like blood grown dark with timeAn a.. |
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A Creature that will Have no TantrumA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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