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Picture Perfect
You want to know what I think? I think you and me would be perfect together. Hold my hand please, don’t be shy-- You, me, perfect. Except this perfect picture ...
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A Tainted Window
Why do you look out from a tainted window? Why do you wear shoes Crushing the dewy green grass Beneath your mud encrusted heals? Why do you clog up your ...
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Of An Icy Chandelier
An icy chandelier sparkling maliciously in the yellow glow suspended heavily, mightily in midair. A party of talkers, clinking of delicate china, wheezy laughter of a goner. Breaking law, time, ...
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The Story of The World -edited somewhat.
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When There's No Black or White
Raindrops tapping the windowpanein multicolours,the sun shines through, beaming kaleidoscope specks on the mud coloured walls.Air gushes in all hues of bluesand every shade of jade. Snuggly hidden,far
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The Last Symphony
First it is silent, the dust blows over the land in great threads, then she comes and spins out the orchestral melody from the sheer force of death itself,and when ...
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A Moment Of Clarity
On the long empty dayswhen the breakfast table lay dismal,her chair vacant and the sun pouredthrough the windows with good cheer,irritating me in it's stubbornnessto clash with my downcast mood,I ...
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Plumbing
Spoiler! : Do you see this as more of a short story or poem? I can't decide.
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Formality
FormalityWe sit on her parlour sofas which were covered with sheets before my arrival.She sits opposite me, a tray of lemonade and pound cake not the onlything between us, this ...
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why you can't understand page 56 of your textbook
These days the words are conspiringshifty and slitheryappearing innocentstanding in wait for youthen melting and drippingunfocused and hazyobscuredinsignificant as your eyes gloss over them.when you n
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Piano Playing Days
The spidery fingers from his piano playing dayshold the brush with a grace; the paint wipes itselfon the grainy wood,his hand only guidingyellow paint of summer days and bumble beesthick ...