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It's red, it's blue
Sally's shoe: it's red. Or is it blue? That's the argument they say that happened on that day. Jimmy tackled John and Kate yelled at Nate and they were all ...
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Crush
She stares across the sea of endless desks. At him. Does he know her? Probably not. Does she know him? Of course. She folds a piece of paper into a ...
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Victoria
Her eyes twinkle like precious stones. She giggles, cooing. Her laughter floats in the air. Her smile, so bright and happy, makes my heart feel warm. She grasps my finger, ...
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Existence
What are we if not just, a flicker of light, gone in an instant, a single breath, one of many, a single tick of the secondhand on the clock of ...
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Don't Look Back
You know I loved you, You know you loved me too. But that can't change the things between us, no. And now it's time to let go. Don't look back, ...
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Pen to Paper (formerly Script)
On the first day, She avoided it, Fought it, With swords of bare-to-bone sentences, And shields of lackluster verbs. Because she hated it. On the second day, she clung to ...
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Echoes
This is a poem I wrote in computer class...kind of a companion to one of my stories, Carson Layne's story ( [i]brilliant[/i] title I know). It needs work. Harsh crits ...