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Columns of twine-tied daisies, Pink sugar spun and candy faced...
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9922
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I want to Photoshop real life. / Then the screaming starts again / and I remember to breath. / His mother screams for three days straight. / Nobody gets to escape. She doesn't know how to exist if she stops.
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72192
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Fictionauters, I'm soliciting critique and advice on this. I'm thick skinned so fire away!
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1831311
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You were the divining rod of my life...
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6811
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Experts agree. Creative types must dislocate the judging part of the brain to unleash the Zeitgeist of imaginal cells. Touché!
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99511
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100
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Doors and rooms never seen.
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6066
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Doors and rooms never seen.
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112321
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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19132421
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These days, even God has a day job.
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96542
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... the rift of losing you was jagged and violent ...
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4112522
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45420
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She sits in front of me/Not for my skin’s comfort/But for digital reaction
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8141713
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What's a road? A swift excuse / for a city at each end.
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1043137
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Expose those for whom freedom is greed.
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