Poem for my Deceased Lover

eleven years braving your personal hell, and all i can say is, "too soon, it's too soon..."

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A Child's Folly

eleven at night still counts as 'today'. tired, whee, might throw this in scraps too or something. also yes, i did this once, and yes, this was more or less the reaction.

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Indomitable Book 1: Warm Welcome-Twelfth of Revival

Slowing my breathing down and sitting up i see the other eleven members lying on the ground around me, each in one of the wedges of the circle.

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A Summer Together Pt. 3

After the swim we made it back to the cabin at eleven at night. my sister and her friends decided to go to bed while i packed the car. while packing the car i had time to think about things to do over the summer while my sister was in town.

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GoM-Ep14-New Magic-

First he pulled his hair back, cranked up his healing to eleven and gently placed it on his eye. it hurt like hell but once he took the hand off his eye was fully healed.

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gay fight 2

I reached the store at eleven fifty nine. the doors were shut and the light gone. "maybe it's closed today." i took a step around as i heard a clock struck twelve behind me. i looked as the doors and lights were all on. i walked in and looked around.

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Numb-ered...

Nine is a fake smile hiding everything that isn't kind, or easily forgotten ten can be knowing, or doubt growing into a feeling of wrong, or being rotten eleven is but double what "one" should even be...

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Ambition

A super size grande lettuce, pickles, onion, special sauce on a sesame seed bun with flame broiled patties, eleven herbs and spices and a cheese stuffed crust? what do i want? i want you, more than anything else.

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Powder

That's where the eleven people went missing. the husky took them in and healed them. they then transformed and never went back to the snow lounge. zack then caught back up to the husky that did this for him.

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Fiery Eyes Act III

The eleven minutes had begun. ** ** act zero:

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Sunnyside Up

Looking at the clock on the microwave, brady saw it was just past eleven. his head hurt, and he didn't know if that was from the narcotics the group had consumed, or the alcohol.

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Trolley Hangover

It's eleven." "does she sleep at eleven?" evelyn asked. "eleven, evelyn." "how do you know?" "i know. now, just ... be quiet," the cat hissed, tired of talking. tired of thinking. tired of plotting. wanting to ... ... do.

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