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September 10
(a short short deceit) Arthur Locke was a boy who existed but he never lived. He was a boy made from parts.
(a flashfic) Not even millions or billions or trillions of humans could ever fight against Mother Nature, The world does what it wants. We never stood a chance.
(in which i just really regret what i did) you can turn your sadness into the most beautiful poetry but it cannot erase the fact that you are, indeed, sad. sadness does not transform. it hides.
(a poem) it was my first time ever seeing one this close oh how i wanted those wings
(a poem) what is it that truly awaits you at the end of your life?
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