Tag: Writing
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“She beat me with her soft white knuckles. They were so damn clean and tender and feminine.” Read more.
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Beauty is in basketslying all over the worlda tumbler of goodwilla shot glass of decencylined along the barof distant scars… Read more.
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I am an anonymous donorspreading my seed of grief across the worldand I might as well be blindfor all I… Read more.
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Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations… Read more.
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An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me,… Read more.
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He got out of the truck and went closer to the water. It looked like a mirror with the way… Read more.
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When you want to be someonebut no one knows who you really arewhen you’re living in the wormthat lives in… Read more.
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The party was to be held at the home of the mysterious Veronica Eyes. She had eyes that didn’t look… Read more.
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I smelled like the remnants of a wild fiesta. Read more.
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“I don’t know if I can go back to his table,” Maggie said. “He’s crushing my positive Red Lobster vibe,… Read more.
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There is orderThere is disorderThere are purgative drugsAnd there are clouds to sleep on It was a day that was… Read more.
