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Shadows

Posted on October 24, 2015 by William Wayne Smith

The shadows fall around me. The sun has left and the air is still. Words are racing through my mind. Again, I cannot rest in my home. The shining moon is watching me. Like a beacon, its bright light is … Continue reading →

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Anger

Posted on July 15, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

I could not ignore the fury of the beast. It was in this world unwillingly. It raged against its iron cage. It hated the noises that filled the city. It tried to bend the bars of its prison. It only … Continue reading →

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