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The Locket (Epic Poem)

Three years ago on a passionate day
Two foolish young lovers found their way,
In the very heart of the British light,
My lover and I found a joy so bright,

 

Foe Of New York (Short Story)

The New York City Hospital is Hell itself to Miss Bella Snow, a purgatory, a hostile swamp, a death den, a creature, an ending, a parasite, a jungle.

Hotel Room (Ballad Poem)

She counted her breaths in that dimly lit room, Frantic comb to her fresh raven hair,
Dressed up to the nines and air thick with perfume...

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