Kate AKS
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Midnight's magicA Story by Kate AKSWarning: Don't read people with stones instead of hearts; look for another writer. |
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I miss the sound of typewritingA Poem by Kate AKSCreation of the poem |
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The gloomy skyA Poem by Kate AKSRainy day vibes |
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Looking at the skyA Poem by Kate AKSWhy do we share our lives with strangers? |
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There must be the balanceA Poem by Kate AKSHope for the balance or explanation |
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It covers allA Poem by Kate AKSHow is life inside of war? |
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To meditateA Poem by Kate AKSIt's such difficult to find quietness in own mind |
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Another nameA Poem by Kate AKSWhy writers choose pen names and how this changes destiny |
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Who needs a phone book?A Poem by Kate AKSOur lifestyle changed, but probably we miss someone from old phone books |
