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Speed prose: An elderly lady and a young man are forced into a conversation because the plane they are in is about to crash

She glistens Alluring innocent eyes Impenetrable behind tinted glass She sways Each camber sculpted Each blemish erased All truth concealed Some seek...

The spring of summer grass Buoyant beneath my feet Lightens life's imparted burdens Free of pathway crowd and street Undulating hillsides Tractor...

Taking the care of the environment seriously.... from an entirely different angle!

to make them proud, and in the end, its me who is dissapointed

Tonight I saw a shooting star And wished upon with childish hope As its beauty faded from the Midnight sky in a momentary flash Of white brilliance...

I am the first victim, Caught in the snare of their lies. An experiment gone wrong, Some say. I say I die. ...Fabrication...Lies ...Falsehoods.....

Alone, deep inside myself, A familiar stranger resides. She moved in a year since, Took my name, Proclaimed it as her own. Talked with my tongue, A...

In the grainy filmstock of a remembered summer eve, I was with you, while the world went on, My sun-bleached hair swept back, with browning tan, And you were so beautiful, my muse, Millions of tiny flies rising from the long grass,