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I have 6 stories published in one collection on the site.
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to my dearest Malana

... your almost dreamlike ikke frolicking through some alsike

i miss you

the first of many lighter poems (hopefully)

The Weaver

The Weaver My life is but a weaving, Between the Lord and me. I cannot choose the colors, He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow, And I in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper,

The Fight

Bloody, broken, bruised, and branded, Fractured ribs, the punch has landed. Battered, wounded, twisted legs, "Let me go!" the victim begs. Now doubled over, spitting teeth, His mother screams, consumed with grief.

Betrayal In The Dark

Alone in the darkness, And so afraid -

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