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Opening the heart's locker,A garden rose welcomed me,Hexed, I became your lover,Further into obsession, you led me,Oh, my sweetest Eleanor,You are the..
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Salty, but this salt sells.
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By a Lunarian
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I made this work for my Creative Writing Class, but it was more of a personal project.
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A passing mirageWhisking away with the windKisses me kindly- Stu. T.H. (February 21, 2024)
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4-line.
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The works of my inner extrovert is to me, a legit egnima.
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A bit of sweetness, a bit of taste,Making chocolate, at this hour so late,Trying to get my lovers' hearts to pound,Trying to make my love more pronoun..
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The apparitions of the past still haunt me,
I wish their deathly melodies would take me,
Then take me away without such delay,
So I can be buried, ..
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