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CRIME SCENE
It was far and away the worstcrime scene he could rememberand he had been at it for many years.Over here were the bodiesof anapests and dactylsmotionless where they fell,oh how he wanted to pulla white sheet over themfor his sake if not for theirsfor they were beyond caring.By the wall he saw a trocheehalf draped…
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HE WAS
He was a writer. That is what he told people who asked what he did. Although he said it was what, no who he was. He said he wanted to be the sort of person that Stalin feared, a man of ideas, maybe someday, in an Alexieian world, charged with a crime of holding an…
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REFUSE TO RECALL
We have now forgotten whatit is like to take flight, to seek,to finally find a true freedomfrom an always grasping land. Once we did it out of necessity,lives incomplete, prisonerswho committed no crimesave those of thought and faith. Now we only claim to admirethose who seek what weonce did, watch them withmock awe, but deny…
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an old writer and his words 