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Storm of violenceA Poem by NebulaMy nails dig your flesh I moan like a b***h You insult meYou treat me badlyI’m a fragile doll in a storm of violence |
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The BehemothA Poem by CiderilionThis poem was inspired by Lovecraftian and cosmic horror. |
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Web Journal Of Red Pill Coyote - November 12, 2022A Story by Red Pill CoyoteGyaaaaaaaaaah! Storm on the head! My face is about ready to rain... Umm... The session went pretty good, actually... Feels like all three of us cleare.. |
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storm surgeA Poem by Marissa McKeana mermaid soulis invigorated by chaosyou can see itin her eyesa storm brewingdeep withinthe strength of the seaswells in her heartall the tearsshe bot.. |
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A Stormy Day of Her and Her.A Poem by Ken Simm.Long thoughts cover constant falling water. The flash of a breeding feather too early. In the wrong year. Copper green is out of grey. .. |
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27. THE COTTAGE IN THE WOODSA Chapter by Peter RogersonThe last two words give it away. THE END! |
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EndlessA Poem by ChrysalisAnother autumn Many gone by This one different Seems more dire Early wind warns Cold from the north Of trouble to come A.. |
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Mr. TreeA Poem by Louisa Chanthe beauty of trees |
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1. The StormA Chapter by Abram HeronThank you for the great suggestions! The first paragraphs have been revised. |
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Norwester Storm of May AfternoonA Poem by zainulNatural phenomenon has great impact |
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THE STORM CHILDA Story by Peter RogersonIt's the sort of weather outside that calls for a story like this. |
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THE STORM CHILDA Story by Peter RogersonIt's the sort of weather outside that calls for a story like this. |
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ForebodingA Poem by GeeThe calm before the storm |
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Stormy NightA Poem by AJ DouglasTonight there will be no starsthe sun sliding as do fingers on the smooth surface of satinbelow the horizon in silent surrender as surly clouds creep .. |
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1. The VisitorA Chapter by Peter RogersonStella has a visitor in the middle of a summer storm... |
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The DesertA Poem by fallonA new love |
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A Lingering Storm and you are not here. Caravaggio..A Poem by Ken Simm.A Lingering Storm and you are not here. Caravaggio Light. A common migraine means I cannot read and so I write and painfully draw the small thing.. |
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survivalA Poem by a bad habiti am a warrior, alive, bruised, mutilated.my swords are my teeth, and i h u n g e rfor the violence, the pain,the nectar of a stormi am a warriori rag.. |
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