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To You, Writer's Block
To You, Writer’s BlockHe sits there, eyes cringing, as he focuses on the blank this point in time, perhaps ‘he’ should have written…It is barren, that mind of his, as ...
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Oh How It Grows Weary
Oh How It Grows WearyThe extension of his arm split the air in two,filling itself with a lot less than that of pride.The command to fall strikes the heart of ...
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Improbable Love
Improbable LoveI’ve never been fond of reaching out amongst the starsUntil I noticed that feeling, the bursts of bright light.You’re the hero of my dreams that seizes society’s tars,But will ...