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... there had been many battles raging mostly within and with himself alter Egos diffusing who was friend or foe to the point of dissolution of Self like a soul grinder on an impossible mission ......

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...hannah’s song with cotton clouds above her and yellow daisies at her feet she danced to a quiet sonnet of freedom hands outstretched and palms towards the heavens her blonde hair f......

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...Long before you were born, long before your great grandfather was born, in the time when magic was approximately eight times more plentiful than it is today, there lived a family in the remote part o......

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... This is the story of a woman unknown. On top of green hill that rose above a village There was a tiny white cottage that sat for all to see The clouds brushed on its roof And......

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...As the presented light peered to cross the meadows yawn the timbre of the winds hollowness plied through the forest arches low to high as daring darts two squirrels did fly to here and there if only......

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...I romanticize you. No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind. You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic. Your eyes are the window in which......

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...You won’t see these words in a shop window printed across a smiling face, or scribbled upon a wall - they will probably never be daubed on toilet stall doors either. Deep and meaningless word......

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... gauntlet of mirrors transparency personified transparency personified when the curtain falls in an arena of quick sand and impromptu judgement the stage was well set though actually it presen......

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...Before the Dawn Where were you in the 14th century? In ancient times, it was called philosophy. Their entertainment was the Amphitheatre back in time. Captive in chains as warriors, who could......

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... My Rabbi greeted me with the fact which he presented without any tact “Mr. Wolf, WHEN are you coming back?” it felt like a frontal attack Just then he noticed......

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... Hyacinth Hands Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best perform......

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...[Verse] I got cayenne in my coffee and I served it up myself I mixed it up with the cinnamon and it sure woke up my mouth You kept me up all night again but only in my dreams it seems you ar......

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...Aol two step verification a boon to my psyche plus I batten down the itty bitty hatches courtesy Avast Random Password Generator, and keep track of alphanumeric near impossible to crack passwor......

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... Like echo attenuation the song plays on... The flesh shall wither, but, the spirit shall live on.. A vessel burning bright soaring free in flight To dwell in the Holy kingdom of ......

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...2025.4.14. I have started writing diary since May last year. Eventually, my diary's style, transformed to poem like. After five months of losing friendship with BB, By the end of the year, I r......

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