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The MagicianA Poem by aurora kastaniasTraces of tiredness excavate deep into his skin,Daily, as I enter with a volatile smile, weekly,In search of my dose of earthly blood, pretendingI am .. |
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The DealerA Poem by aurora kastaniasThe place was the unexpected carefree hostOf several tipsy nights wettedBy friendly toasts and temporary infatuations,Lasting the duration grantedBy g.. |
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The JourneyA Poem by GaHoGaA poetic commentary on the journey called life. |
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Introducing Gastro - The Classy and Handy Restaura..A Story by JaroldPierceGastro is a multi-purpose, feature-rich, and versatile Wordpress theme designed for restaurant and cafe owners to address the needs of their cafe, or .. |
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From Woods To My GardenA Poem by Kathy Van Kurinthe contrast yet similarity between the planting and expected end of a harvest in a garden and also the natural planting of seeds within nature and th.. |
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The Spanish Prince of GrapesA Story by AnaomeIt is his duty to represent his house in a foreign, barbaric world. Rome holds Theó's fate in a tight grip, and he must serve. |
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The Unpalatable Andy WarholA Poem by GeeFunny what irritates eh ??? |
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Planning a FuneralA Poem by SergeiIf you could plan - and attend - your own funeral, what would you want to see? |
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8:46 AmA Poem by HennyTheJetSmithWednesday Morning |
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Wine at 3 AMA Story by Noëlle McHenryAugust trusts his dormmate, Cameron. Despite everything, he trusts him. So when he offers him some wine one night after returning from a party, what d.. |
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Je rêveA Poem by WillaDanversMy mind doesn't stray from this dream, and I think it is just the world way of telling me that it is something that needs to happen. |
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Remembering Wine PoetryA Poem by SergeiA plea for those shackled by religion, women especially, to break free |
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JOSIAH PYKE AND THE PYKE CONDITIONA Chapter by Peter RogersonJosiah's family history comes under scrutiny during a conversation with the Reverend Simeon Crow |
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WopsononockA Poem by C. James Snyder1. The sun hung low All Spring Mist twisted Amongst wood arms And I asked If you wanted to live We drove Up Wopsononock .. |
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I Wish I was a FridgeA Poem by NomkhumbulwaWritten during confusing, and troubled time, not knowing quite what is going on and who to trust...and wishing I was a fridge. |
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