Miss Christine
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listening feetA Poem by Miss Christine |
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Last WordsA Story by Miss ChristineA conversation between a father and daughter after twenty years of silence |
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In a Motel Parking LotA Story by Miss ChristineShort, dark piece |
picking up shardsA Poem by Miss Christine |
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a caged thingA Poem by Miss Christine |
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She, the Artist DommeA Poem by Miss Christine |
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eight weeksA Poem by Miss ChristineIt can take so little time to lose oneself in an abusive relationship. |
