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Joe wrote about the word motel 2 years, 8 months ago
He stumbled into the motel, clutching his bleeding arm. It was the blackest house of the morning. His mind was fragmented, his thoughts broken, his innards exposed. He collapsed, exhausted.
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Joe wrote about the word den 2 years, 8 months ago
I sit in my den
hungry and restless
alone without kin
i breathe until breathlessforever I watch,
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Joe commented on the blog post rustling 2 years, 9 months ago
Somewhere, it moved. In the dark barn, Jermemiah listened to the rustling. He didn’t know where it was – they sound was every where. Then, suddenly, the straw erupted – and it burst free.
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Joe became a registered member 2 years, 9 months ago
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