Tuesday Sonnet: Sonnet to an attractive girl
In line with the previous two sonnets, though this one girl was not quite as attractive (and a great deal smarter).
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Moving On
It was to be the last afternoon of her life. She sensed it... as she had once sensed new life in her body at the conception of her daughter.
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Unfolding Moments
At my fathers house I see small bushes and trees of the same variety which were once at the house he lived at with my mother when they were still together.
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A Georgetown Mystery
I was on the Metro in D.C. trying to escape from a long day at school, when a girl sat beside me...
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A Craigslist Response (I Wrote This To Someone)
I wish I could write about something amazing, something fantasticly mind-catching. Something that would grab your imagination and hold it captive until the last few word-drops ran out.
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Vortex
Vortex She does not remember arguments but stories to those arguments.
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addictions
Sexy but dumb - the craving for a hit Of baccy
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The Coming of Age . June. Part 2.
Jessica buys clothes.
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Quiet
There was a man once, who lived far away from everyone else. He lived in a house in the middle of a field, which was surrounded by forest.
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The Waiting Room
He held her weight under his arm as they both shuffled slowly down the hallway. Her breathing was laboured and painful, and came in short, shallow, rasping breaths.
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