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Death for Nothing
BRING MY BROTHERS HOME!!!!!
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- 559 reads
F is for UCK
I have seen too much from your mouth. I have eaten too much from your eyes. I have felt too much from your hands. I have held too much from your...
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- 577 reads
Eaten by baseball
A month had passed since I was back. The smell. The feel of action. The crack of the wood and the roar. I also see great things in baseball. Better...
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- 583 reads
Calico Pillows
Once I laid down on a pile of pillows Soft and warm, they shook me. I never saw calico pillows. Once I laid down with a beauty. Her hair, pure as...
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- 669 reads
Winter Blues
It's freezing in here (edited)
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- 475 reads
Her Patch
A woman roams her garden each day before work
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- 561 reads
Her Patch
A woman roams her garden each day before work
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- 558 reads
Fearless, Fallen
Today is the day that I'll let you go...
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- 397 reads
X - Miscellany: A Moral Tale
Possessions only weigh you down (speed poem)
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Rejection Kills
All I needed was for you to want me.
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B Czech Mate
Czech Mate "He's perfect," said Wendy. "That's what you said about Alex," said Lara "Alex?" "Remember," said Lara, cradling the phone against her...
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- 558 reads
Woodern Heart
I was holding you in my arms, like in some Dean Martin film that my dad would make me watch on a Sunday afternoon. Only my breath didn't stink and my...
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Woodern Heart
I was holding you in my arms, like in some Dean Martin film that my dad would make me watch on a Sunday afternoon. Only my breath didn't stink and my...
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Mirrored
Mirrored. How long is the distance between us? You are all that I am. As I retread the paths in my head. You stand in closeness. Yet I am the fact...
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- 336 reads