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Dollhouse [Ch. 1]
Conscious thoughts swirl into my head and I pull my eyelids open. They feel awfully heavy, so I close them again. Nothing seems clear at the moment. I don't know ...
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Why I Hate Pessimism
I don't write poetry much, but I decided why not. This is about pessimism. It's basically my first poem, so it sucks, but I don't see how this could turn ...
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How it Ends
She's gone. Maggie is really gone. Fingers to my temples, I sink to the floor.A distant voice that might be a nurse asks if I'm okay. I can't answer that; ...
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Iced Petals
Rip it to shreds, reviewing wolves! Have at it! --------------Rain slicks over the roadsFreezing on the asphaltNo sweet symphonic codesTo capture our delight-This time of year is lifelessSo different
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Luscious Goldmine
(NOTE--Truth or dare. It's evil.) ------------------------------------------- A nose so golden Crusty against my fingers Only JabberHut's