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StoryOn Being Pursued By A Wolf sean mcnulty36 years 5 days ago
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Marshes

Take it easy wind wind You’re blowing echoes of Hannah’s boots in the mud The words we used for love were dust Blackened in these fields by whispered...
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The Treetops

The treetops never wait for you And fields are incorrigible when You finally notice them That’s when they call you ‘Featherbrain’ After when the...
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Death and Dying, Dying and Death

On the way home from my last short story....
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9 the Broadway

Brooke couldn’t believe it. It was difficult to believe that she’d walked into a lamppost. That only happened in comedy fiction, and Brooke’s life...
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