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Cherry

A Tree Without Leaves

My city is the next century of defeat: Consumption consuming its very catalyst: The need-- desire: My city is a tree without leaves.

I am (version 2)

I am flowing through you, I fill you up and you let me out keeping a rhythm as I go, sometimes you have to catch me other times just hold me in, occasionally I am thin

I am... (version 1)

I am a sign of happieness beyond compare, I am something we can't always control, something that falls, something that runs, something that flows, Sometimes you use me to sleep

Settling in

Seven year old Mark settles into the social world.
Cherry

Maryam's Story

Her makeshift shelter swept away...
Cherry

Devon and Somerset

You won't see me in Middle Age. The lines on my face, The first whispy grey hairs protruding like weeds from my scalp. Sometimes I will think of you; wondering
Cherry

We Want It Now

The stars are out beyond, too far to touch. We are here, too close together for words To separate or destroy as we clutch This too brief moment before the night turns

It

A very short story.

Theoryism

Well see here, we got symbolism, Narcissism, constructivism and lecturism, Together-ism and indi\/idualism, Combinism, with structuralism, Its a prison. A decision,

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