| After the Storm
| | The winds have ceased.... | | Words: | 121 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| THE FEAR
| | The gift of words was given; so long ago.... | | Words: | 129 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Reader |
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| TAKEN FOR GRANTED
| | Maybe I shall desire to relight the fire to write,... | | Words: | 274 | | Comments: | 19 | | Status: | Reader |
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| BURDEN
| | I can't tell you how frequently I awoke to your crying like the beeping sound of my alarm clock.... | | Words: | 223 | | Comments: | 35 | | Status: | Public |
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| RAIN
| | Rain... | | Words: | 236 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Thoughts
| | I can only write what I know.... | | Words: | 129 | | Comments: | 32 | | Status: | Public |
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| Spinning
| | My head is throbbing��..... | | Words: | 200 | | Comments: | 17 | | Status: | Public |
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| Afraid
| | AFRAID... | | Words: | 139 | | Comments: | 20 | | Status: | Public |
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| The River
| | The river is opaque and smells like rubbing alcoholâ?¦..but you still want to swim.... | | Words: | 172 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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