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Warm earth 'tween bare toes
Fresh rain in the seed furrows
Ash carried by wind
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Amanda Ciufecu
A crazy animal girl that has been writing since middle school. I create stories in my dreams and vent within my poetry; my words unable to be contained within my mind.
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
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