- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I have 8 comments, 111 poems, 2 stories
My Stories
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Twirling throught the ruins of the place she once called home, she is oblivious to everything but the music. Stop. Listen. Thats right. Nothing to hear. It is her music. Pullin200 words, January 13, 2005. In <200 lines, Inspirational
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The day I met Carly, I knew my life would never be normal again. It was a choice I had, and I chose her. The first time I saw her, she was in the book store, choosing between a700 words, 1 comment, January 1, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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Cars drive by as people smoke,
Can't they see the children choke? -
Empty bottles of coca cola
smile at me
