My Stories
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The breeze blows between people in the Johnson Valley Cemetery, as kids' tears dried with the wind. Mr. Rickard Anderson stood still as he saw his wife's coffin was lowered int
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The day is fading from the light, while dusk is inviting
the dark night to arrive.I take my walk on my normal path.400 words, 1 comment, September 26, 2004. In <200 lines, Other -
400 words, 1 comment, July 29, 2004. In <200 lines, Erotica
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Does a marionette cry tears of splinters?
Do those splinters scream of pain as they fall or not make a sound? -
The silence of killers and red cutains to drown
All is left is what isn't found -
Releasing into the better half
The Observer talking though the conscience
