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From The Hand Of Pygmalion
I remember those who would mould the world to shape One figure at a time My mother her hands covered in clay and my father whittling without a plan…
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butterflies perched on petals
Flowers flutter alongside the winged pollen and gliding buds as they race in the wind. Love is in the air, in the swaying trees, the ground below and the…
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Record 01
TW: Alcohol Record of Interrogation of Witness Officer John H. Clark Start of examination: 03.02 End of examination 03.21 J: Good evening, Mr Smith. Before I ask any questions,…
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Do You Remember?
The square was as busy as ever. I breathed in the slightly sour tang of yeast. A second breath brought the sweet scent of sugar. A third —…
