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Hung over, in the health centre. A broken bridge in this florescent rectangle. i'm gazing at a ceiling, designed by a minimalist. My head screams. My eyes drip. The caffeine addicts,

We fold and crisp bone leaves and twig trees now scored skeleton crack claw then a row from the crows who screech impeachment we breathe hard on the bark then hack verged tarmac

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Serampore is a small town in eastern India. It is situated on the banks of river Hubble. There is only one degree college in this town. Anit Dana lives in Serampore and is pursuing a commerce degree in Serampore College. He is a bright student and wishes to become a chartered accountant ultimately. Presently, he is in the second year of his course. He is now enjoying his winter vacation after a long period of examination. He got up quite late today morning. As he was leafing through the newspaper something caught his eye. It was an advertisement for a singing competition which was called 'Big Star'. Applications were being invited from boys and girls within the age of twenty-five. The winner would be given a hundred thousand pounds, a swanky car and a house. He would also be launched as a singer by means of an album. It was the opportunity of a life-time. The competition would be held in Calcutta. After speaking to his parents Anit decided to send his application. He had learnt music since the age of five. But singing had been nothing more than a hobby. Now, a golden opportunity was knocking at Anit's door and he wanted to grab it with both hands. Seven days later Anit received a call from the organizers of 'Big Star'.

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...a bantam trail of red ink droplets dripping from the feathered pen onto the bare table top as he scrawled.

Hiding sexual frustration from everyone, even God.

A Short History of the National Pastry Reserve by Col. Clem Butterworth MBE (deceased), Warden of the King's Pasties (both Cornish and Devon) for The Worshipful Company of Bakers.

Last Journey All you have to do is come for me, like the evening comes, held by trees, all protective and all tenderly. Bring your softness in an orange fleece, sweet with birdsong, darkening, nocturnal,