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Crimson rolled over again trying to find a comfortable spot on the small, beat-up rug in the cabinet. It was all she had, so she tried to make the bes..
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Crimson has recently been creating these fantasy of the life she wished she had when in reality her life is nothing but dirt. Tired and alone these da..
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Fitting for the Winter...
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Time drags on,One minute feels like an hourAnd five minutes, a yearThe class is silent, in waitingNo one will dare to answer,The sheer terror of being..
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There, right there,I can see him.All forces are drawing my eyes, Pulling them across the room,Gravity itself is pulling me towards him.What can I do?A..
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I read an article about the terrible treatment of Native Americans and no matter my thoughts about it, it inspired this poem.
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This is poem with words entirely from the book Great Expectations - By Charles Dickins
I just rearranged them to form a poem!
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Inspiration from a friend's little brother with a smile that lights up the sky.
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A poem about someone new taking on the big world around her.
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