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My stories

World War 2 continued

Psychological warfare is ugly, and good people die in droves.

Sun Arise, or, Time to kill

She bears it well these mental chains. Undone, she transports, transcends. This mortal coil, beautiful tho' it is, small and modest, is but a vessel...

It could have been me, it could have been you

Image of emaciated child, stares from behind safe screen in comfortable sitting-room. It feels safe enough to eat your hearty guilt-free dinner. This...

Ode on a Snow Leopard as the sun goes down

Wearing your jacket, white, pure, white as white, as white can be. As pure and cool as white can be. Unseen by man, a wild thing, unhunted...
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Letter to a Black Panther

You green-eyed monster you. I love ya. Yeah man. Sleek and black in your prowling skin of rich, soft lustre. Your frown hidden, your claws, hidden,...

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