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Poem

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Fiction

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There is a path but it is difficult to find my way for the brush is thick. My coat is much too thin for this weather. I thought I saw a brook but I must have imagined it for I only feel the wind and hear the clock strike 2:30. Sleep is impossible if you have no name..

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