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It wasn't real? I imagined it?
You say you want someone real,
like every second we spent together was a dream,
or a nightmare,
I don't know how you think of us.
You say you want someone real,
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Loves
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Charcoal
Charcoal
is our preferred method
with which to sketch our days
thick, dark swaths of pigment
that smear and make their mark
unapologetically
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diary of a californian
The wind brushed across her cheeks, tender. It fluttered her hair and made it stand upright, soft, as the sun caressed its fingers across her arm, both warm and compassionate.
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Excerpt From 'The Man with the Mirror Face
When I was very little, my Mom took me on a trip to Arizona. She was strong back then, a long-time hiker just like my dad was when the two still knew each other.
