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Of Bugs and RugsA Chapter by SScrubberhoseForced to relax at home, No Name discovers the wonders of daytime television. |
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SparkA Chapter by SScrubberhoseThe closet door crashed open as the two mercenaries stumbled inside. Stoic pulled it shut, the two of them wasting no time as their lips crashed toget.. |
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Lucky-MindedA Chapter by SScrubberhoseDoc ran away from his past all those years ago The past is finally starting to catch up |
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As Above, So BelowA Chapter by SScrubberhoseNo Name's death crashes him back to where it all began To what he was really made for. |
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Broken DollA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellFamily is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it’s the place where we find the deepest heartache. |
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Julie Jo (A Requiem)A Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellPeople raised on love see things differently than those raised on survival. ~ Joy Marino |
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UntitledA Poem by aculotta21You were a weed that grew in my garden Your throws grew, climbing up slowly- Sharp enough, you penetrate my rose. You took away everything.. |
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White painted wallsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Between your white painted walls I stand in a corner and I look for the little cracks where there used to be something once we used to .. |
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We are the deer and we are the tigerA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..It's primal. A deer, hunted by a tiger, notices the danger in time, runs away in time, saves himself; when he looks behind, he evaluates: .. |
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Everyone warns me about the fireA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Everyone warns me about the fire; it'll burn me, it'll sting, it'll dance and lure me into forgiving but no one else has stayed to.. |
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A lamb in a family of teethA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..A lamb in a family of teeth will spin wool into claws. Running only leads the way into the black; domain of yellow eyes. The distance.. |
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Even your gaze burnsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..When eyes only mean to caress, but hands can't contain their strength, even your gaze burns. I can no longer return to before I was f.. |
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An empty cageA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I am outside the door, peering in but I don't knock; I don't want to wake the past. I am outside the door, but I'm not on the outside; I'm .. |
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I had no bodyA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I had no body; no shape described me. I was confined by loneliness, but I was free. Floating in the sky I could see a light; so bright but .. |
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In the rose garden, I planted our loveA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..In the rose garden I planted our love One by one it took over the roses asserting its dominance Little by little A sickness.. |
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When The House Burns DownA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellOur lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr. |
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Where there's a wolfA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Where there's a lamb,the wolves are never far.I hide within a carcass full ofmeat, so the wolves don't knowthat it's me, as they begintheir feast.I we.. |
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Home is where the blue livesA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I can't go home.He says: "Why don't you justgo home for the day?" but home is wherethe blue lives.As blue does, as the ocean may:it suffocates.Though .. |
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