| A Bitter Taste
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| | a color so faint... | | Words: | 311 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Morning
| | Sunshine breaks the glass of morning... | | Words: | 141 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Colorful Fragrant World
| | when I was young my mother described the sun and the beautiful sky the way the birds would fly because I wasn't born able to see my mother said some things aren't meant to be but most things usually... | | Words: | 367 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| "Take flight"
| | took from flight, the crow lands... | | Words: | 328 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Silhouettes
| | shades push the light down to kiss the green lonesome carpet... | | Words: | 518 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| The murder of Red (With-In the wordings 'Rose')
| | Red petals moist, your lips curve so deep And shine brilliant with dark passion so divine A hunger primal almost seems to show through there As if words were flesh on which you dine The color is a... | | Words: | 429 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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