Three knocks against the rose kissed wood coffin three feet beneath the ice and snow tinted sea. The last of the corner’s well wishes blew away on this hollow December …
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Student Works
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I’m reminded of you whenever it rains.
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Fifty years from today, whenever today might be, the country bustles in a new era.
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I consume stories to escape. To not be consumed by the shadows. To stop myself from constantly reacting. To keep from destroying myself. I consume stories to escape. To keep …
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The life George was living was the life Janine wanted because he loved her.
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I have an ugly name but a pretty face.
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Twas the night before finals.
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Sure, the construction to make it work was an achievement to be praised. But it never should’ve been put towards something like this. Not something so destructive.
