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Crack report

reputation stalks
the sultry baking rafters
humid caught but soft



Sure thing

sorry for myself
sitting in my pouring tears
forgetting my tongue

Improved haiku

Work is the limit,
the price we don't want to pay,
for fruitful nature.

I'm trying to remember what I did before that inspired me. it's mainly poetry poems have been the main inspiration for my short stories and my ideas for novels. the biggest novel idea I have and have been thinking about for a few years is in part about a toy I can't remember the name of, those glass bowls that you shake and it snows inside them... just can't remember what it's called. a poem by Wordsworth was the inspiration for that one, I love his 'Lucy poems'.

She dwelt among ...

Forgetting

Memories
bitter; sweet
serenading; twisting; fading
painful; beautiful; darkness; diminished
vanishing; blackening; forgetting
freedom; torture
amnesia

7:45 a.m. the beep of my cell phone pulled me out of my unconscious, sweet state. Yeah, that is not a good way to wake up. Why can’t I wake up with the morning light of the sun and the soft birds’ noises? The truth is that it’s my own fault. Last night, on my bed, I couldn’t quit my reading. Every chapter made me long for another one and the opening words of the first new paragraph got me completely unwilling to close the book. I looked the time on my cell phone screen (I do have a clock in my ...