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Write
Sometimes I feel invisible yet I am standing in the middle of the crowdI can speak but I don't have a voiceI can sleep but I don't have dreamsI can ...
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The Desert Speaks
Colorful veilsJeweled hip scarvesShimmying to the beat of the drumSwaying to the rhythm of the arabian musicHands and arms making wavesTemptationA smile across her faceAs she performs for her audience
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Virtuoso
Calvin Evergreen entered the deli, a daily tradition he seldom broke, in the morning for a cup of hot Frappachino coffee with a side dish of blueberry bagels. The owner, ...
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A tale of an automaton
Lady Lucas is restless. Bored with her marriage and her husband's friends, she tries to pass the time with ‘harmless’ activities. I sit next to her on the couch in ...
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The Sirens Play the Sailors a Tune
The sea - so dark and sinister yet warm and disturbingly invitingThe waves slam against the ship as we go northward toward homeHome - England. Will we make it in ...
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Home Sweet Home
The night progressed slowly as Liv sat on the beach blue couch watching T.V. She was flipping through uninteresting and senseless stations after another. Liv just needed a distraction; something ...