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Monthly Archives: February 2015
Before You Gave Up
The ocean groans A lover’s moan While I’m safe at home With the person I’ve grown into. There’s no wind, no cries No sin. This is how the end begins. You’re a worn-out cliche, I’m weary of another day; I … Continue reading →
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Tagged anger, blog, breath, breathing, bukowski inspired, cancer, chaos, death, dying, end of the world, micropoetry, poems, poetry, short poem
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Roses – A Very Short Story
I worked as a flower girl at a grocery downtown. I sorted the roses, the lilies, the carnations, and I sorted through the people who ordered bouquets; each person wanting something special, something that would mean something significant to whoever … Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged blood, broken heart, bukowski, florist, flowers, love, microfiction, romance, roses, single, story, valentine's day, white girl
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