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The Father, Fire, And The Winter.A Chapter by robertsteeseThe woman shivered in the winter rain. It was not warm out like rain in the spring time nor rain in the autumn of days. It was almost midnight and the.. |
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SmokeA Poem by MajaEnlightenment doesn't always bring about light; sometimes it reveals the darkness. |
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Smoke in The RainA Story by Quasi-MotorollaA short story about watching smoke rise from a crematorium in the rain. |
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TwilightA Poem by AnnaThe sun low in the melting horizon,I spent many an evening waiting on my sorrows to arrive.How I had hoped they would not catch up to me,but in the tw.. |
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Burning RibbonsA Poem by AnnaFlames like ribbons dancing on the still air,throwing sparks into the falling rain.The bright magnificent glow of fire in the night,it burns into my h.. |
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Bye DrunkA Story by Jesse PruettI was drunk,I was intoxicated. A littleup.If,you getmy drift.***.I'm still wasted.How is my spelling?Wait.,.....IHadTodrink and smokeandlaterImighthav.. |
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How Did the Fire Start?A Story by gabiaimeeUninspired Writers Network Prompt #3 |
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The man that was high.A Poem by Jesse PruettI thought It flower dove, lol. |
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In A SmokescreenA Poem by A.C. LeiDancing silhouettes Lightly treading on my every breathe I watch as my life slowly ebbs My heart sporadically skips Under the clear blue skyscapes.. |
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SubjectA Poem by Ms. TwitchInspiration found at Wilson Park among the trees. |
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Monday, November 28th, 2011A Chapter by brendanbuenoBeware of flying pumpkins and screaming landlords |
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IncenseA Poem by Skylah GinetteSwirling smoke Inside a sunbeam. Eddies of air Settle, then shift, A slow sway. Twirling, curling, Bending, now backwards, Dancing to the rhyth.. |
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Part of a WholeA Poem by Skylah GinetteMy crystals quiver With distorted energy. I close my eyes To the journey. My ache is breath, My heart is strained. He stole my skin, Staine.. |
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TogethernessA Poem by Ambera poem of a couple |
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Air of SwirlsA Poem by Ambera poem of inspiration from old notes and writings. A poem about the art of smoke the abyss and nothing in between. |
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NicotineA Poem by Mackenzie KnitterA poem about how I feel when I smoke and how having people around me who have smoked for 30 years has affected me. Idk, just thoughts |
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Boy on the BusA Story by A.RenaeI catch a waft of stale smoke and patchouli as he glides down the isle way to his seat dressed in a camouflage bomber jacket that looks like something.. |
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Fire & SmokeA Poem by goldie uttamchandaniThe chemistry they share |
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