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The rain fell slowly
almost as it not wanting to,
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind.
She entered through the open window
sifting with her timidness
the penumbra now already cool....
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I called the rain with all my heart,
wanting to feel its clean water on my face
washing away the heat and sweat
that the weightiness of the afternoon
insisted on leaving.
I begged it to wrop me in...
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The forest seemed black
in the distance,
like a thick wall that prevented
the passage,
and little by little,
upon coming closer,
its dark color began to turn
into green foliage,
protecting between...
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Created as part of The Fear Chronicles (LiveVideo.com/LVbianSynic)
I get a lot of private messages from those who struggle with being seen in the world. We all deal with this on some...
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I like to stack them tall
or end-to-end,
but then I dread
I'll find a dud I've penned.
Each syllable feels heavy
in my hand,
a sharp, slick sound
to pierce and then expand.
Like shrapnel
...
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Okay! I feel the pain.
So where's the gain?
We limp through life.
Some keep the march.
Some crawl.
Avoiding hazards,
longing to complain,
we scan our scars
while hoping death to stall.
We...
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08/08/2010 talawas feedback interview Nguyen Quoc Chanh Nguyen Institute on Congress and writer Vietnam
Hoang Ngoc - Tuan * : Today, 04/08/2010 , Vietnam Congress Writers Eighth taking place in...
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Strange, super-human powers
I possess.
I know what's hidden, where,
and I can guess your history
from your breath,
and what things weigh.
My ears can hear a rip
from rooms away.
I know...
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