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Deciding Suppose a mother whose children are gone, looking at the long straight road ahead, feeling herself invisible and beside the point, ...

The Last Fallen Soldier He sat there wondering how and why Did all his comrades and friends have to die? The field of blood was silent all b...

Love Story I haven't yet thought of the curtailed river bearing fangs, with snapping teeth, guffawing deliriously with its possession of...

White Piano Rising rancor of all night waves through the hotel’s window and we kept that tangled sound like the gathering of salt in hurt ha...