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Nashville and AndromedaA Poem by Michael R. BurchNashville and AndromedabyMichael R. BurchI have come to sit and think in the darkness once again.It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . .How .. |
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SleepA Poem by secretumpoetaPoetry |
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The Return of Freddy KruegerA Story by Jcortz3After many years of being absent, The Springwood Slasher makes a quick surprise return to kill a teen |
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Sleep! We hardly knew ye.A Poem by Dripping Chocolate Madnes..This is becoming a comfortably regular occurrence. |
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The Sleep of Kings (And Dead Men)A Poem by Dripping Chocolate Madnes..So. Tired. |
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Good Night My DarlingA Story by brianaMA mother patiently waiting for her babe to fall asleep in her arms, describing the moments of tender love and patience. |
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Amjad Islam Amjad translationsA Poem by Michael R. BurchAmjad Islam Amjad translationsEvery Once in a Whileby Amjad Islam Amjadloose translation/interpretation by Michael R. BurchEvery once in a while,immer.. |
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The Story's TaleA Story by BrettShort and I'm new |
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Ode to the SunA Poem by Michael R. BurchOde to the Sunby Michael R. BurchDay is done . . .on, swift sun.Follow still your silent course.Follow your unyielding course.On, swift sun.Leave no t.. |
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Got Sleep?A Poem by Robert RonnowNothing more intimate than sleepwake before dawn, go downtownprepare for tomorrow, come home from work late.Most cities prosper undisturbedsleeping pe.. |
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2 Jobs, 2 Kids, 2 Houses, 2 HobbiesA Poem by Robert RonnowCarrying a sleeping baby.Cleaning after a successful party.Camping beyond mountains more mountains.Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.Eat.. |
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Nightly SparA Poem by CourtniReneeAn evening War |
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Bed Time stories with sleep specialistA Story by shreevarniWe’re a generation of poor sleepers, so it’s not surprising that people are searching for sleep tips – something (anything!) to help.. |
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28. A Walk in the ParkA Chapter by Peter RogersonA SUMMER UNDER THE SUN Part 28 |
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daysleepA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonlazy after my chemical feast i draw the blinds reclinethe motes swim in my exhalation the blankets are hotthe sweat stickysalt-rimmed lips round a sou.. |
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Close My EyesA Poem by Wild Willow BlueOnly to see you again |
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The EnslavementA Poem by Abbe Ahow art can trap you |
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