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The easel is bowed
And canvas is stretched
All arced and ready
Weighted down with stones
Pitchers pile up
Their lids intermixed
A rainbow of fog
Stain of my cup
Brushes fill the tin
With rags from my clothes
Wait to be worn
Thinner than thin
My hand is high
To touch again
The blankness of love
The dreams where I've been
No hesitation
Without the function
To respond back to her
All circumvention
Re-navigation
Has brought me back to where
I am but helpless to stare
A palette of paint
A swath I have liked
To put upon
Colour a saint
Naked and dry
Solemnly slow strike
Into my heart
Right into my eye
A mind of fragment shards
Bones blanched heaped up just like
The tools of my trade
Leap to me and save
No hesitation
Without the question
To lose myself in her
All misdirection
Re-navigation
Has brought me back to where
I am but helpless to stare
I drank from the sea
To escape my plight
Filled with the blue
Truer than me
Saw of one thing
Make up the rest
A tear composed well
Without its cast ring
I made a picture frame
Built up the memory
An image I had
The image I had
No hesitation
Without the function
To respond back to her
All misdirection
Re-navigation
Has brought me back to where
I can create what was there
And canvas is stretched
All arced and ready
Weighted down with stones
Pitchers pile up
Their lids intermixed
A rainbow of fog
Stain of my cup
Brushes fill the tin
With rags from my clothes
Wait to be worn
Thinner than thin
My hand is high
To touch again
The blankness of love
The dreams where I've been
No hesitation
Without the function
To respond back to her
All circumvention
Re-navigation
Has brought me back to where
I am but helpless to stare
A palette of paint
A swath I have liked
To put upon
Colour a saint
Naked and dry
Solemnly slow strike
Into my heart
Right into my eye
A mind of fragment shards
Bones blanched heaped up just like
The tools of my trade
Leap to me and save
No hesitation
Without the question
To lose myself in her
All misdirection
Re-navigation
Has brought me back to where
I am but helpless to stare
I drank from the sea
To escape my plight
Filled with the blue
Truer than me
Saw of one thing
Make up the rest
A tear composed well
Without its cast ring
I made a picture frame
Built up the memory
An image I had
The image I had
No hesitation
Without the function
To respond back to her
All misdirection
Re-navigation
Has brought me back to where
I can create what was there
Literature
Journaling 16
Kathleen Wells returned to her stunning residence and dropped her keys on the small wooden table. She quickly twisted the dial to black so the front door would only open to her sanctuary. "Man, what a day! Who knew bargain hunting could be so exhausting? I was victorious in helping my cousin get a few new outfits. I know it will undoubtedly turn Jack's head," Kathleen giggled as her spirit feline rubbed against her leg. "Oh, hello, Tessie! I'm delighted you welcomed Mommy home!" as she picked up her adorable glowing snow-white kitty. Again, ghosts were technically their own species. However, it didn't mean it was inconceivable to become a ghost by dying. The multiverse had significantly bizarre rules, without a doubt. Kathleen headed to the kitchen to feed her precious kitty. She required a blend of earth and otherworldly cat food. She only wished cat food in the human world wasn't so damn expensive! She set the feline on the floor and began mixing Friskies wet food with some dark
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AI TG Writing Experiment 11 - The Discovery 8
---- Beth awoke in a strange room. It was dark, and she couldn't see much. She felt groggy and disoriented. Her entire body was aching, and her leg was on fire. She tried to sit up, but her body refused to cooperate. "Don't try to move. You're injured," a voice said. Beth looked up and saw Dr. Tariq sitting nearby, her face illuminated by the light of a candle. "Dr. Tariq? What happened? Where are we?" "We're in the village. We made it. You're safe. Dr. Campbell collapsed as well, but she is fine. You, on the other hand, need rest," Dr. Tariq explained. "My leg hurts bad," Beth said, grimacing. "That's because you cut it on some rocks when you fell. Luckily, the chief's wife is a skilled healer, and she patched you up," Dr. Tariq said. Beth frowned. "How long have I been out?" "Two days," Dr. Tariq answered. "Two days?!?!?" "Your body needed the rest. You had hypothermia, and your injuries were severe," Dr. Tariq explained. "Now, try to sleep some more. The chief will come
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Ghost-Hunters In Wonderland
Ghost-Hunters In Wonderland Chapter 1 In a dark space, a young girl with reddish-brown hair named Satsuki Miyanoshita had suddenly been woken up by loud rattling noise. As her green eyes looked around, she heard the rattling noise again, and she "What's that noise?!" "Crud! People are coming!" A voice said from outside the coffin. "Gotta get a uniform while..." The voice grunted as it struggled to open the lid, and said "Grrr! The lid is too heavy! Time for my...secret move!" It then performed its secret move as it said "Guwaahuuh! There!" Blue fire flashed all around Satsuki Miyanoshita as she yelped in terror, and said "Gyaaaa! F-Fire?!" Then, it opened the lid, revealing a room full of floating coffins as it said "Ok, ok. Gotta get-." It stopped talking as it screamed, and it said "Whaaaaaaa! Why are you up?!" Satsuki Miyanoshita screamed in fright as she stared at a male cat with gray fur with a white patch on his chest, pink paw pads, blue eyes, and blue flames blazing from the
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