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The Kingdoms of GuintaiA Book by Jasmyne KnightThe island of Guintai prospers.. that is until evil reigns. What do you expect? A small island of people? Things are bound to go bad eventually. It's .. |
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Chapter One: Only The BeginningA Chapter by Jasmyne KnightThe start of the fall of Guintai. |
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DirectionsA Poem by Suavis_UmbraI sing to myself the words of a muse.I amuse myself with a sea of ink.I voyage myself onto a great boat andI travel with my hand and,I set the sails *.. |
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A map to the confusedA Poem by ChloeFloating hereLife is crystal clearLooking glass defogsI crawl from my misty grogPresent unwrappedBottle uncappedLost? Never againBear awaking from its.. |
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The Wanderer and the LostA Poem by KyleThe Wanderer and the Lost While lost, but on my own regard, I came across a bench An old bench, made of metal wrought And stained.. |
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Reasons.A Poem by MilyI am a strong believer that everything happens for a reason, reasons for which we’ll never know. Some people will come into your life and leave.. |
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My First Lesson In My Medicine WheelA Poem by Healing StarIt is one thing to be told about the Medicine Wheel, it is a far greater thing to be shown how to Use it. |
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Where Am I Now?A Poem by Cassie BlackWhen the struggles set in I find my instinct kicks In and automatically picks The direction to head in The air is cold out I didn't ever want t.. |
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Loss of directionA Poem by SavyNessLets get lost |
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A Very Deceptive, Manipulative ForceA Story by StephenEmotions without Mind and Mind without Emotions could land hard into a wall |
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World's Changin'A Poem by Healing StarWe must learn to listen if we are to become the ones we've been waiting for. |
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Rambles Of An older Person.A Poem by OnlymeYou never know who you have as a neighbourliving next door. Living either side of you.You could be living next door to murder,rapist, robber, drug add.. |
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East Devon BeaconA Poem by Michael R. BurchEast Devon Beaconby Michael R. BurchEvening darkens upon the moors,Forgiveness―a hairless thingskirting the headlamps, fugitive.Why have we come.. |
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