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As Told By Shannon. ENGL 302 Poetry Course Site. ENGL 302 Poetry Tech How-To. ENGL 302 Prose Course Site. ENGL 302 Prose Tech How-To. Journal 3 What Running Does. Chuck Close Self Portrait Post- Paralysis. Journal 2 Poem of Attack. Persona Poem The Swamp. Change of Mind Between the Sheets. Journal 3 What Running Does. April 9, 2015. I breathe in the cologne. That lingers on my pillow and. Thumb the pages of my favorite book,. Signed by the author a gift he handed. To me before driving away.CONTENT
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Mdash; Leave a comment. Write a memory of something you could not possibly remember. The day I lost her. Was the day I died. My Merry, my Love. She sank to the depths. Like the bow of her ship,. Dashed upon the rocks,. Like my hopes for a life. In the shadow of the guardian,. The darkest part of sea, where. My Merry, my Love,.