Tag: Grace
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Speak of the Dead
Funny how a name can be validation or condemnation. I hadn’t even met her, but her presence overwhelmed my world. It got so bad I learnt to talk only about the absolute necessities. Compared to the dead, I spoke less than she.
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Unicorn
There once was a unicorn born with no horn A sad little unicorn feeling lonely and love-lorn He sat and he cried, hid when others were near Believing that they were the cause of his fear One day as he hid, one day as he cried He thought in his thoughts a fabulous kind of…
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