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Moments
Red Jacket stalkerHer piercing, deep green eyes scorned my aura. The questionable silence. Red passionate glance of etiquette. The fire and sexual intention in the contrast of her hair against ...
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"It"
“It” Saturday“We’re on the verge of something big”, he declared. And, with a sombre sense of excitement Bucky replied “On the verge of what?”. Realising he had blurted out a ...
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Equlibrium
EquilibriumSwaying , swaying as I write and as I write I bleed.I bleed all over my page and as I bleed it soaks and my words are no longer ideas ...
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My love now my Fear!
Hey guys,This is my latest work, needs a lot of editing. Any suggestions?My love now my Fear!Was it real to begin with, the complete emptiness fills its void so vividly, ...
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It. Chapter 2(Sunday)
SundayHe was now floating, suspended high in the air tormented by the glooming hypothetical phenomena that It is. The subject returning to his perspective a number of times more than ...
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Andy Warhol
Andy Warhol.Pop Pop Pop.Brand yourself.Exploit and distort.A dream fully realized.Observant outcast.Pop Pop Pop.Brand yourself.Reprocess, Industrialize.Package, Market.Articulate.Pop Pop Pop.Brand you
