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What's Left
What's Left?The air is not a pillow and the earth is made of stoneAnd life is full of choices and we face them on our here are some who faced ...
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Dollhouse
I’m writing this at eleven o’clock on a school night and counting on the chance that it will help you. I’m writing this because I need a miracle, desperately, and ...
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Love Poem of a Maple Tree
I look straight through my window, and find to my surpriseThat the tree of past adventures has sprouted several eyes.He’s really quite the poet, and I listen to his taleOf ...
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Mr. Linden's Library
For all her life Asmara did not read books to learn but to clarify the truth of her knowledge. The truth was simple and buried deeply in time like a ...
