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It was a cool summer’s night at
the forest. There’s an endless trail before me and it reeks of alcohol and
heroin. The trees look do..
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It was a blurry Tuesday night, the crickets are silent and the white noise is deafening. Those eyes. All because of those eyes... "The eyes o' the dev..
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Beware the Rose
I like her I like her I really do!
The rose is covered in thorns,
Her hair is so blond and her eyes so blue,
The ..
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Nobody Knows
Autumn wind, Winter snow
When will they stop, nobody knows,
Spring finesse, summer glory,
When they will end, nobody kn..
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This is a short story in the form of a poem
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Dear Allen,
Why are you sad?
Is it the loss of life?
Is it the never-ending cycle of
revenge?
Maybe it’s the thrill of the
bat..
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An inspired poem
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An angel flies,
Thehumans mourn,
Another laid to rest and free from life's embrace.
The body enters the door and argurments made,
Explosions rid..
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Not using one specific format.
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In the sea so far away I will wait until another day,Days have past, years gone by,And yet I am still here waiting.You have gone so far away,Left me h..
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