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amy 5h
“I’m going to fix you,” he’d told her. “My methods are unusual.” And every time after she thought of who she’d been before she allowed him in, she wondered: is this how “fixed” feels? And how much better would it feel if she’d been allowed to fix herself.
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Longbox Review 2h
Looking for science fiction novel recommendations for some upcoming flights. No dystopian futures.
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Bootyhunter 9h
They all fall away in the wake of your love.
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L•ki Leb•wski 1h
or Le Livre de la Cité des Dames (finished by 1405), is perhaps 's most famous , and it is her second work of lengthy . Pizan uses the vernacular French…
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Beto 22m
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megha 19h
She gazed on the horizon, realizing that heaven was neither a time nor a place, to be clutched or possessed. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave her nostalgic and on verge of tears.
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Publishing Your Books! 2h
My life experiences and perseverance have to lead me to a pathway of other interests. My primary being writing poetry. Open Book: Where the Road to Serendipity Ends - by Rita Marie Recine. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ . ,
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Giles L. Turnbull 6h
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Alina Panduru May 24
Tonight’s Bedtime little stories is from Nikita Gill’s ‘Tiny Stories’ ... 😊 Good Night... Sleep tight... See you in the morning light... 💖💕 Voiceover and Animation by me... 😊
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Stylo 7h
I think I've finally found a font to pair with this poem I wrote back in 2000 for my 2nd tattoo... What do you all think? --
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Nox Sióg May 25
Invocation is slight murk, earnest chimes of panic~
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Gaylon Jones May 17
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UKAuthors 5h
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Stephanie Hawthorne May 24
you were a temporary presence that left a permanent mark.
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Vikki May 25
It is a surreal place overlooking the Atlantic in May a blueness that competes with your eyes, I bide time distracted by movements akin to the slow hand of a clock - you never notice it turn til the bell tower strikes & you are left restless & vulnerable for a lifetime.
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J. Jones May 21
"Why are you telling me this?" "Nobody's gotten this far." ?
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su May 22
The wind sounds like piccolos outside my window whipping down the alleyways of boats at the marina, as the melody of your poetry weaves through my heart.
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UKAuthors 6h
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UKAuthors 6h
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Josh Miller May 25
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