3:11 in the morning and it started snowing again

I had to call my father this evening and tell him I was dying.	Softly, at first, as if it hardly meant it, the snow began to fall	I've accepted the way it is and it doesn't hurt so much	The right tool for the job
I will show you fear in a handful of dust	This morning, while you were still asleep	I hate you. Please don't leave me.	3 am poem
Losing my breath to you, under an oak tree	You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.	Hurry up please it's time	Methylphenidate Hydrochloride
Copyright and Copywrong Concerns for Fiction Writers	Secret wish: To be identical to the ocean	I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand	Coffin
throw away	blood	And though it was snowing outside, all within were warm.	On combining, to no avail, the blankets of this bed with the blankets of that
January 16, 2010	January 13, 2010	lightheadedness	What points its finger at the sky?

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