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The Walk
She walks down a crowded street, but all she sees are shoes. Brown shoes, black shoes, white shoes, grey shoes, and then some more black. The colors are sedate and safe – there is no room for neon...
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The Unfortunate Girl Why was she jealous? Her world grim and green,She was disgusted by her rage,Her silent, consuming, bottomless Rage. Her life was at a standstill,Or maybe it had just never taken...
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