Distant Light at Old Poetry

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Her Blue Eyes (story 6) at storywrite
We jumped in her car and she hit the gas like a bat out of hell. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed to have a fury about them at that moment. Time was running out for our friends a
The Black Widow Spider (story 5) at storywrite
DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only partly because this story, which is fantasy, talks of very sexual situations and very violent situations. This story is not written as
The Last Reporter (story 4) at storywrite
As my watery eyes stared at the bloody hard wood floor of the underground cellar in West Freshlin, a town not to far from where I lived in the big city, I began to realize how

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on The way your little finger moved by Stephen Maria Crane, on December 14, 2003
This was a great. I know how that feels to be so intranced by a girl that everything she does is just like...wow. Once again great write!!!
on Intrigue by Stephen Maria Crane, on December 14, 2003
I really liked this poem!!! especially this part
Thou art my love
And thou art death
Aye, thou art death
Black and yet black
But I love thee
I love thee
Woe, welcome woe, to me.
on The Face That Launch'd A Thousand Ships by Christopher Marlowe, on December 14, 2003
I love this poem. I'm a fan of the Odysess (I spelled that wrong) and if I had thought abotu sooner I would wrote about that in the xcact same way