- Last seen on Jun 23 9:32 PM 2008. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I have 103 comments, 95 poems, 25 stories
My Stories
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She took a drag of her cigarette. It was cool. Warm but cool. And soothing. Smoke seeped out her nostrils. She tapped the white cylinder, sending black snowflakes to the ground
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It is strange to talk to her now that the rubble has turnt to dust and the aftermath is nothing but a late night rerun.
We are not friends. She is boring and irrelevant and
My Poetry
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Please take my lungs
they’ll serve you badly -
there are wisps of irony
in your frown
