What one becomes
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What one becomes

One drop falls, a quiet start, One ripple wakes the water's heart. Two circles meet, then drift apart, Three waves rise beneath the stars. Five currents pull, then intertwine, Eight tides return in endless…
Daydream
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Daydream

Loneliness that may sedate, Intentions made in good faith, Many trials that I must take, Even to see you once again, Rain washes over the stake, Another heart played like…
The Southern Cross
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The Southern Cross

Appetite  1. The Fowl Feast It was the smell that clung to her clothes. It grew hotter inside the chicken coop, reeking of hot feathers and sour-sweet manure as her…
Palinode
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Palinode

I longed for her touch, a blessing denied, not the warmth of a thousand suns that reside. Not the heavens above nor the stars that gleam, could rival the peace…
The Murns
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The Murns

Patient Therapy Session Log Session #01 Date: 22 March 2026 Recording Start: 10:05:37 AM [Transcript Begins] Dr. Stuart: Since this is our first session together, let’s start off with a…
Found Family
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Found Family

  I’ve never liked children. They’re a nuisance to everyone around them, and I believe the only reason society as a whole has put up with them is because they pity…
A Tiny Delirium
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A Tiny Delirium

On a lively street of cafes and boutiques stood a house inside of a house. Rather, a collection of miniature houses sold inside an establishment to be known as Blanchard’s–…
A ghost of a chance
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A ghost of a chance

Mismatched socks caught in my eyes, They remind me of your quiet lies. Into the lost and found they hide, Like us, misplaced and left aside. I wonder if you'll…
The Hand of God
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The Hand of God

Act 1 THE CHORUS: “And so there the watchmen stood In crooked bow and gloomy mood Tumult and thoughts in silent brew In shadow, amongst the stony few.” “Vigil” in…
A Summer’s Love
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A Summer’s Love

It was only a summer love,yet it left behind a thousand "what ifs."The season faded long ago,but the memories never did. I thought I had more time,more time to ask…