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He Smells Like Lucky Strikes and WhiskeyA Poem by Natasha De TracieDarling,SittingBurning like an Unfiltered cigaretteOld school kind of bluesThat I don't dare to forget. You better leave meWith something Worth all th.. |
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diets of the resurrectedA Poem by barton smockThe baby has jumped. The baby is trying to find its place in the home of having done. The baby will land and maybe you can say something over it in .. |
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afternotesA Poem by barton smocka circus worker smokes as one who dreams of being brainwashed in Eden the details need some space every bee sting .. |
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afternotesA Poem by barton smockwash oh please my forehead with a mother’s handprint, be as sweet as my brothers fawning over the belly of the lov.. |
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further, ( diets of the resurrected )A Poem by barton smockMoods for whale watchers: As god’s gift to the suicidal mother, a stuffed crow goes a long way. Balloons here lose their mannequin air. .. |
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afternotesA Poem by barton smockyou die in this poem so often by my unwrapped hand that god promises to salt them less the tornadoes |
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His troubled soulA Story by Haim KadmanA short story in which the protagonist is assaulted with doubts. |
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Writer's BlockA Poem by HungryGhostHave you ever found yourself bursting with the need to write, only to find yourself frozen? This poem encourages you to delve deep into the reason beh.. |
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FamiliarA Poem by kaylaDriving up and downhighway's and byway's - streets with big names and homes with big secrets.I am reminded that thisis not isolated.This is nota one-t.. |
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Dinner at the cabaretA Story by Haim KadmanAn excerpt of the thriller The Red Square. |
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The way his ears movedA Poem by SinSeerPoetry in motion |
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