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Haiku No. 14: ReclusionLoons lone cry floats
over fogged lake and bank
Soul lost shades of me

Haiku No. 14: Reclusion by SleentheBeast

_{This haiku doesn't require punctuation, instead relying upon the reader to find their own rhythm and interpretation.}

Featured by: hypnicjerks

too relieved to grievebecause irony made you her whore;
being bad isn't having intent,
it's all natural talent
(even after i begged
nonononopleaseno)
preacher's sons aren't immune to 
the summons from fathoms below,
harbinger

too relieved to grieve by ithaswhatitisnt

_{Though brief, a change is immediate in the narrator's tone...she finished her fear a long time ago, and put the final nail in the coffin quite spectacularly.}

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The Story of the Bench by GuinevereToGwen

_{From the suggester: This piece is really unique and the dialogue is great. I really, really enjoyed this read.}

_{Featured by: Rose-Em}

NocturneThe young lady, standing on the balcony of a tall skyscraper, sighed as she looked over the city. Every single car was like a rapidly moving star and every single window seemed to conceal a thousand faraway suns. The woman was wearing a beautiful, white dress. Some would say it suited her, but she knew better. Never had she felt more like she was wearing a lie. A disgusting, sickening untruth, born of the sable rivers of Hell. She turned away from the beautiful, astral view and sighed once again. The people around her passed by without as much as noticing that she was there, at all.
Marina Voclain, a 29 year old woman who had recently finished law school. Initially, she had been lucky enough to be moderately successful, but as of late, her luck had been waning. She had been invited to the high-end soirée she was currently attending, but it was clear that nobody there knew who she was. Though, that was not the cause of her recurring sighing and internal distress. The cause of

Nocturne by Alabaster-Lucanus

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