We, too, lessen and wane, destined to give in and fade away, ebbing while hoping not to evanesce, flagging and withered on the vine.
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Noir on the Vine
A Journal of Lyrical Grit, Prose Poetry, Short Fiction & Noir Photography
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NOIR POETRY 365 DAY 003 | POEM #004 [THE PARTHIAN SHOT]
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NOIR POETRY 365 DAY 002 | POEM #003 [HUMAN DESIRE]
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NEW CHALLENGE: NOIR POETRY 365 | POEMS #001 [THE SET-UP] & #002 [WILD PARTY]
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INTO THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE: FINAL REPORT
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Dispatches from the middle of nowhere - Part 4
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Dispatches from the middle of nowhere - Part 3
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Dispatches from the middle of nowhere - Part 2
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Dispatches from the middle of nowhere - Part 1
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Breaking News: There is Internet access in the middle of nowhere!
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Into the Middle of Nowhere [Writing Life]
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