Sometimes there are other voices in my head, and they beg to be released. Sometimes I let them out. Here is what happens, then:
Short Fiction
Drizzle
Fluid
Full Bodied
Heavy Metal
Lost amid the snow
Multi-layered
Smooth
The Picnic
Poetry
Frost
Ode
The Abyss
Toddler
Underneath the Mistletoe
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Hmm...And how did that make you FEEL?