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we are the dead
He watched her letter burn in the darkness. Smoke wafted into the air, signaling to the world his crime. So he closed his eyes. The black canvas of his eyelids ...
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Roses and Poetry
dear heart, it's summerand green in the gardenthe rose stem hangs (drooping, and darling, why is that?)from between Your grimacepetals (velvet never knew Your lips) the violence of bloodenvies the ...
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Perpetua
scrapethe shavings of my heartfrom under your fingernails, you clawed from the inside of your carAnd sing the ABCs while you wash your soul, you sobered when the clock frownedAnd ...
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My Beautiful World
There he goesmy beautiful worldwhere every bit of himis realis tangibleis minewhere his laugh is like a thunderclapand signals the coming of rainwhen I’ve been so thirstywhere every bit of ...
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These Violent Delights
A FEW NOTES: This is the extended version for jaetwee's contest The Beginning of the End. Had to be 250 words exactly and end with the same word it began. ...
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These Violent Delights (short version)
The short version of this story. An entry for jaetwee's contest The Beginning of the End. 250 words maximum, ending with the same word you began with. I wrote the ...