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BlueEyes

  • Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.

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  • At Peace With My Bench (Short Story) at storywrite
    The wind blew my hair as I ran from the house. Behind me the door slammed, and tears flooded to my eyes. My life had always been taunted by this man, but why me? As I ran faste
  • Warming My Park Bench, Again at storywrite
    My home was crisp that day,
    When I walked to my park bench.
  • Unforgetable Dream at storywrite
    I was sitting there curled in my blanket. Watching the flames in the fire twinkle against the wall. Snapping and crackling with fury. They jumped and shot everywhere. The fire

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  • on Every Conception That A Man Can Find by Michelangelo Buonarroti, on May 18, 2004
    Wow..I honestly didn't think that in Old Poetry things would be so much like All Poetry. Your imagery was amazing, and this piece makes me want to hop onto a plane. This was an amazing piece of work, and I truly enjoyed it!! Great work!!

    ~Tiffany