Falling Through Again

I am also left wondering whether or not the future itself will slip through hints given in riddles concrete or in plain sight.

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Through my eyes

If only you could see my life through my eyes.

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Dashing Through the Clouds

She zipped through the sky and suddenly a small cloud dropped right in front of her and she heard a chuckle from the far side of it.

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walk through the park

woo what a hot day! i say. it didnt help that my fur was such a dark gray color. i am a border colie , with brown eyes. yesh ineed to wear shorts in the summer i say as i pass a black and green bat sittting under a tree next to a gray and black lynx....

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through the jungle (poem)

through the jungle we run through the jungle, never to know whats on our heels, we run through the trees. never looking back behind.

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Through the Eyes of the Forgotten

through the eyes of the forgotten by marterfrostfox side notes: ~~~~ (no space is a period of time that jumps in the future) ~ ~ ~ ~ (with space is a flashback) italics are for thoughts.

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Through Fire and Flames

As i did, i transfered some of my power into her through the kiss. it wasn't enough to stop her from dying, but it was enough to stop any pain.

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Through Hell [10]

#11 of through hell my goodness that was an unhealthy amount of dialog, but there was really no way to avoid it.

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Through Hell [9]

Push through the pain! again!" she lightly jabbed srida in her aching ribs making a burst of anger flash through the gorgon. she knew her ribs hurt and had deliberately prodded her there!

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Fall Through The Earth

A bit of a more abstract vent poem about something with wings falling through the somewhat hollow ground. that's all i'll say about it. originally posted in may 2021.

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Invane: Bearcy Through

Invane: bearcy through "a little music has never heard anyone before."

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Paradise Lost Through Innovation

Could you imagine a dark stormy night, Sparks flying in windows of a workshop Mechanics hard at work, obscured by light. They work for science, they work for pursuit. Neither fame nor fortune, in minds, at top. They work for progression, so the...

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