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Simon Tsalikis May 31
It amazes me that Green, Klay and Curry talk trash to Lebron, boys u won 73 games (lost the final) and you had to recruit the second best player in the league to beat the Cavs
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Barlow Adams May 8
I was screaming again the night Mama named us, when my brother crawled from his cradle to mine, his infant hands already strong enough to crush my larynx. She found me gurgling with my bent voice, him cuddled up next to me—a contented grin on his face. and Ruckus.
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¡ r e n e May 8
A settles upon the evening like a mantle of fog. Only my thoughts for company, while the golden boy chases rabbits in his dreams. A silver tap of teaspoon against teacup elicits his one-eyed look of reproach, followed by a billowing sigh that matches my own.
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нαrι™ May 14
Best Horror/Thriller movies ki Ee thread 👇👇 👍 Low budget lo and Mainly two characters tho Extraordinary Thriller👌👏👏
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Indigenous Soul May 8
Working the days on the hush of forever only a phase where we try to be clever Creative hours searching for sparks to yield expression and light up the Dark
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Sian Ink May 8
I have forgotten the sound of silence Reminiscence cast off its smothering shyness And no from me ends the whispering Or drowned-out plea on the cusp of wishful sleeping Will grant me release from endless echoes The susurrus of regret through evergreen woes
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Deborah Munro, Author May 8
now, And listen. Mother Earth Sings Her own chorus.
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ObjectiveCryptoAnalysis 7h
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Cammie Adams May 8
A simple word, unless spoken by my grandmother. Depending on her tone it could mean a number of things. Sharp: sit your ass down. Soft: everything's gonna be okay. Drawn out: the hell you say. Quiet: you know better, later I'll remind you. I miss her.
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Suzannie 🐴🐶 May 8
He closed her eyes with a gentle , pulling the pale shroud over her body and closing the lid on earthly life for the final time. But the priest knew she would wake again, after dark, scratching her way out. Flying off into the dark night. Searching.
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Chris May 7
Cold is the wind that blows from the mountain wrapping its tendrils around me, turning my marrow blue singing frosty siren songs in the of night.
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Chris May 7
He kept his eyes down on the forest path, humming a song his grandmother taught to ward off the night creatures and the cold of lingering lost souls.
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Gabriella Messina May 8
I was born a bird, free to soar with nature. My wings are stealth, flying thru the of lavender, dipping my feet in the bluest of water, feeling the warmth of the sun. I am a survivor, respecter of life, healer, and at times I fly to close to the ground.
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Kendahl May 8
“He actually held up his hand to hush me, like I was a child or something! No one does that to me, I don’t care who you are. If he wanted to interject something he could have gestured, or cleared his throat, but not that crap.” “So, that’s why you shot him, ma’am?”
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Vicie Ree May 8
Sonny Boy poured Schiltz Malt Liquor in the Puppy batter; the morning's catch already fried. Peggy sliced onions and tomatoes, a jar of her sweet pickles set on the table. Distant muscadines plopping into the Sabine provides a peaceful rhythm to this day.
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Nathan Brazil - on hiatus - working May 8
The tanager interrupted the of the morning with its deep throated whistle. With such haphazard splashes of turquoise, deep blue and yellow, a child must have painted it. It hopped down next to the gardener, tending his bearded iris beneath a sagging fence.
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extra s p i c y Jun 16
this DUMBASS DEAF BITCH omg
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Heather Devine Jun 15
Replying to @OmarAlghabra
What's insulting is calling our Parliament, Islamophobic. I'm sure if you have asked anyone in our military that has missed Christmas, Easter or even Eid, because they are too busy fighting for our country.
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Richard Edenfield May 8
Everyone's silence is different.
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Amy Adams May 8
The blinking aggression of neon ads, the drone of traffic, the honking, the blaring music that flies by like a slap in the face; it all crowds out the ability to think. I wonder if we do this intentionally, bombard ourselves with light & noise to our minds.
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