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The ocean’s color
Is like my soul crying out
For Love, Joy, and Peace.
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Tara Branche
I love expressing myself creatively through words.
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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. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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