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Poem - After the Rain
After the Rain dedicated to my mother The scent is familiar, A mixing, Blending Of clean cut grass and damp earth. I almost, alomst forgot how to smell. Days pass ...
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Poem - rip the veil
rip the veil rip me from my veil I do not want it. take the vision of self and security from my eyes, make me blind, give me a reason ...
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Prologue
Prologue The HyperZone is an eight by eight mile block of land in Washington D.C that was bombed ten years ago. At exactly noon, three bombs went off in a ...
