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I hear the blackbirdscall for their motherlet it flow in the air,not dry, dead, a lifeless fanfare;like the caramel-kissed leavesthat wail beneath my ..
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let me dancethe song of desireacross your aqueoustremblingquiveringshiveringpink treasurechest of the seasits pearlglaring, moistenedto a shinewith un..
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An activity for class, had to take a walk up the road and observe our surroundings and turn it into a poem.
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Oh, yes.She said she would make me comelike the snowfall ofa Swedish winterslathering the dew-kissed grassin white heavenly drips, comfortably numb;in..
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Part 2.
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A single glance,I can't help but pounce on the chanceto escape and feel her hands on meno more cat and mousethe mood; enhance.I think it's going to ra..
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This was inspired by my best friend/sister Sonia. She presented the story to me in a much shorter version through txt, and I decided to extend it a bi..
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Melanie.a sickly melancholyugly, taintedand curling like the wind it tugs at my warmthand laughs like the wiltedgrass in the valley;toy-toy swaying li..
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Testing my romance/lust prose.
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I felt inspiration this morning.
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