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Swan
He wandered upstream As the brook sang his song, Soaking his brilliance. Only latent in water. But callous in air, A white swell in our...
Natasha Rainey
Aug 15, 20171 min read


Sisterhood
When I was little, I had a sister When I was twelve and she was sixteen, She lost her mother She brought a girl home and held her hand...
Anonymous
Aug 15, 20171 min read
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