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Nice

There was a girl who was not nice. Her hair was unruly and her eyes were wicked. Her favorite phrase was a dirty one. She threw words just as she threw daggers-- Straight into people's hearts. That was her best trick.

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I Had A Friend

I had a friend who listened to me; she listened so much that she didn't hear me ask about herself. She kept her arms and ears open, but not to the extent to which I could reach out and pull her into myself. I wanted to save her, she only wanted to save me, and… Continue reading I Had A Friend

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Santa Claus

It interests me This concept of Santa Claus Putting children into two categories: Naughty or nice. Never both, or neither; Polar opposites to which we Have to adhere, for fear of An absence of materialistic ideals.Give me coal, Give me saddened hearts and Icy blood, a sick reaction to the Dichotomy by which our society… Continue reading Santa Claus

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Flowery Language

It woos women uses force takes prisoners. It smears itself in cream-colored paint, lies down with sweet-smelling blossoms, and begs to be picked like the roses it sways next to. Unlike roses, this has no thorns, it roosts in a glass vase cultivating its escape wondering when it'll be needed again. Cream turns to blood,… Continue reading Flowery Language