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HydraOne head / Watches over me, / covered in scales of plenty
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May 16, 2013
A Visit From St. Claws‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the cave / The monster excitedly began to shave. / His home was messed up with rocks everywhere
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Apr 21, 2013
a part of herA young girl with shoulder-length brown hair and new white shoes galloped across a newly stained bridge with black polished railing / With no cracks, no moss, no holes, no graffiti and led her to her new old school for the very first day. / The creek beneath her, filled with ducks, algae, the occasional nutria, clear, murky water, and branches, weeds, and grass hanging out over the creek, flirting with it,
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Apr 21, 2013
Nurse RatchedThe Grasshopper made the / Ants work through strife / Forcing them to feed him,
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Apr 21, 2013
Have I ever told you, friendHave I ever told you, friend, / How much I love your smile? / It just lights up my life,
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Apr 21, 2013
BeelovedA pink flower sways in the breeze on a calm, cool night. / It stretches out its smooth petals, inviting others to join her. / Soon, a young bee hobbles along and freely accompanies the flower.
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Feb 28, 2013
TeiresiasYou shall marry your mother / And ****** the other / Mark my words though
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Feb 28, 2013
Just a bunch of bullAlthough your friendly demeanor / Helps mask your vexatious vibe, / What's hidden under your trench coat
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Feb 10, 2013
6 word storyHello? I am running out of
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Feb 10, 2013
DarknessThe monotonous ticking and somber creaks send chills through my skin, making my hair stand as if it was shocked awake. Each step I take, the bare skin touches the cold hard wood, freezing me. A stale taste floats onto my tongue turning it to stone but quickly warms up when a familiar scent surrounds me. The ground turns soft, my toes familiarizing themselves with the cushioned carpet. I reach out in front of me but am lost in a space of emptiness. A wall guides my hope to the side and my fingers fiddle and search for the hidden switch. Heart thumping, my index finger lightly pushes up on the friendly switch, but with a swift movement, I remain lost in darkness.
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Feb 7, 2013
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