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My stories

Cranky

A cranky little man sat in his corner Picking his nose and scratching his crotch He eyed me up and asked me the time I shook my head and showed him my watch I don't wish to speak

aristotles necessity

logic isnt always required in my world.

piercing thoughts i need to release

its a strange pooem that breaks all the rules of stanza and flow, im emerging out of a dark mood and this was delivered to me by pen, i hope it connects.

Fortify Your Castles

She who must be obeyed

A night to walk home

It's cold night to walk home lost my friends, so I guess I walk alone I'm so full of fear I wrecked my dreams with a broken tear through the broken minds through the broken times

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