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untitled4Pooled at the tips of your extremities The fine cobweb of life Made small talk with your fine Persian rug. Last breaths of air hung above your head like smoke in old taverns from Cuban cigars smoked by Americas elite. Oddly, you had always wished For knowledge gained Two steps post mortem. Yet now your lack-luster eyes, Paled with years of lies, Singed air with immortal contempt, Conceding your effortless demise. We can’t all be Napoleons. Of course, some of the best die young, Prematurely caught up In the glow of dusk In the eyes of auntitled4
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FiendShe stood there smoking a cigarette. The ash gleamed in her dilated pupils as she breathed in deep, feeling the smoke singe her existence. As she exhaled she took a step down from the curb into the street. The overhead streetlights flickered on, offering safety from the onset of dusk. Dusk was the least of her worries. She walked in the gutter along the curb soaking her shoelaces in that morning’s draining rainwater. Her tattered sneakers offered little protection from the chill that accompanied the night; her toes had gone numb, but she didn’t seem to notice. The ache in her arm overpowered any cold she mightFiend
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My mom is also scared of driving too. She only drives when she has to, and thanks God everytime she makes it home safely. It's kinda scary, makes me feel even more nervous.
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