creativity
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It Hurts to Write It (Part 2)
It hurts to write it so I spin everywhere, from household cleaning to cats and dogs care. Continue reading
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Gone is the Calico
Gone is the calico sharing my bed, Warmth next to me right by my head. Took my heart with her as she crossed the bridge Only leaving me with a piece so smidge. Continue reading
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Bitter
Bitter is the potion that shapes my future, transcends the norms and forges my culture. Bitter is the blood that runs in my veins and makes me my superstar Samuel Twain. Continue reading
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8 x 8
Look into the future. What do you see? A name long forgotten or propelled to infinity? Did you live fully? Did you just exist? Have you separated the fog from the mist? Continue reading
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There’s No Money in It
“There’s no money in it,” the guy laughed. “Look at me.” He laughed harder. I responded with a smile, that wasn’t visible in the dim, and with silence. My sausage roll was more interesting. I sliced a piece and took a bite. I wasn’t really insulted, more unaffected. Continue reading
Xeno Hemlock 