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I wander, today
Wasting the chance to grow more
To be, as I pass
About the Creator
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Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)7 days ago in Fiction
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Well now. That level of eloquence and heartfelt writing you achieve normally, in short-form. Says all it needs to say. Stunning work.
Love this one
This is very beautiful