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- Bruno's Leaves at allpoetry
[this is the close-to-finished product]
The tender green leaves, the first ones of spring, curled in much the same way as a two sleeping lo - Metaphor at storywrite
I lay in bed tonight, listening to music I love and having just put down the most amazing book I ever read.
I felt like screaming to god to get the phrases from other's mout - Meditation at storywrite
I floated, aware but unthinking, alive but unsurpressed, in a seas of amniotic possibilities. I felt unthinkably wonderful and undeniably tragic scenarios waiting to be allowed - shower realizations
. at storywrite
9:21 am
Coach Elliott has LOST HIS MIND
