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  • Chapter two

    “What?” he backed away from me now and was standing up pacing. I didn’t want to hurt him, I couldn’t do this to him. “I was just walking and he ...

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  • Finding My Perfect Fairy tale

    When I got home I went upstairs and cried myself to sleep. This wasn’t fair. Why me? What did I ever do? I had tried so hard to be a ...

    7 min read


Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
— Carl Sandburg