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Triscuits

Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits And offers me some. They are salted. I don't like salted foods; They're too much like the ocean. Jenna, skintight leggings, Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits. They make an odd noise as they're chewed, Like the grunts of a broken bone. Jenna used to sail the seas but now She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me How much she loves the prairie wind. 'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that. She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say That the house is too empty. It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you wa

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Literature

Triscuits

Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits And offers me some. They are salted. I don't like salted foods; They're too much like the ocean. Jenna, skintight leggings, Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits. They make an odd noise as they're chewed, Like the grunts of a broken bone. Jenna used to sail the seas but now She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me How much she loves the prairie wind. 'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that. She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say That the house is too empty. It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you wa

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Sunsets falling

Gaseous gold Curls around the room, Almost visible, but when I reach a hand to grab it, It disappears in a flurry of 6 pm light. Almost like a bird, I think, Only nothing like a bird. Everything like the ocean. Everything like an ocean in which I can lay in Forever And nobody would come to bother me. After all, I am nothing more than the air itself. It's sad that it won't last for aeons and turns of time. Golden water, golden light, golden birds Disappear in a flurry of 7 pm night. The twilight invades and lights turn on. (It's almost by magic, I think, Because how could they be so silent and dead a while ago? I guess they

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The Weekend's Coming - Friday

Friday April 13, 2103 Quietly, silently, all the teenagers sat, cramped in the same underground shelter. It had been so long since the last time they went outside, conversation lulling often and the same books and board games becoming dull and lifeless after thumbing them a million times. But there was one thing that living in these conditions could promise: safety. Wile the entire world fell, and whole countries disappeared under the blood and fire. Communications had been closed, and everything became independent all of a sudden, everything was made by oneself. It was in this chaos that Rina found herself, sitting in the corner of the she

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