Poetry
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Anchorless
In whispers of night, in the absence of light, I hear my own thoughts start a…
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“Halloween Spirits”
On October 31st and on its darkest hour, We call upon the Ancient Power We call…
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“I wish you were here with me now”
Staring at the moon, I watch the clouds pass me by, Passing time And all the…
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“Memories”
Woken up by a certain smell, one I couldn’t distinguish I found something strange in my…
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“Blue”
I thought of you for a day or two Now all I see are shades of…
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“Memory”
Memory. A word, a function of the brain, and a feeling. A documented story, false or…