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Your last friend
My first poem - And first draft. Sitting there, Watching the world go by; Staring out the window, Despairing at the curse. Loved ones long gone, Swept away by winds ...
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Madness
For Castlesinthesky's contest, I picked picture number 7. He had been thrown unceremoniously into the cell, landing hard on the cold stone floor. James tried to stand, but his cruel ...