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I. The Dying Above, the galaxy gleams luminescent reflecting, cold and callous, on the sand now stained with blood, the...

Strangers again, we start the usual script Of pointless pleasantries and bland remarks About the weather, the news, and our days. I’d...

I want to fall in love the way that children Find a friend: naturally and free of guile With no ulterior motives, no words unsaid, Just...

It was Wednesday evening when I walked out of the theater and saw her. Dressed in that favorite white outfit of hers, she looked radiant...