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a fat crow rapturously caws over its good fortune...
not a morsel left on the street,
not even a bloodstain
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Make me God,
of flesh and mud
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...the room was filled
with a brightness
and a breeze,
making you think
you were up in
the clouds.
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It was a battered, creaky, rickety old thing, this wheelbarrow. It had two wooden handles with cracks running through the wood, a fat rubber wheel and a deep tray encrusted with the mud and plaster and grout that it had transported through decades of heavy use. Based on…
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[Scumbag scumbag ― fuck you!!! Stop reading this it's my private JOURNAL!!! Thanks. ;) ]
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Polly hated high school. She hated all the routines: the getting up in the morning, the waiting for the bus, worrying about being late, all the other kids, you name it.
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Our faces collide, but we remaininside a weather box, creatinga tide of our own. Oh, Mary, thencame the wreckage of a new morrow,and with it, unspeakable sorrow,as the crowd crushed us beneath its foamand wave--no one was saved, Mary--allhearts were returned to once and…
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