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The smell of death is distinctly vile. Or should I say the putrid stench of death. A cadavers intense aroma is one that is not usually missed or mista..
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I am an Essex girl,With my hair extensions curled.Smelling, looking reem,I am an Essex queen.My eyelashes thick and long,In the club saying, "babez th..
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Here I am standing on the sidelines,Just your little tag along.Here I am standing on the sidelines,Somewhere I don't belong.Here I am standing on the ..
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To you love is just a game,Realisation,I'vebeen played,Just a pawn to you and nothing moreWith mighty revengeI'lleven the score.To a dark place my min..
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If I were asorceress, I could spell you to be mine.If I were a clock I could trap you in time.We'd be forever and you could never leave,But I'd never ..
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A short piece written from the perspective of a lonely teenage girl.
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My cruel, vindictivetonguewill scorn you,You'll believe every word I say to be true.I will push you around in the playground,Kick dirt in your face wh..
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I scream shrilly and still I am unheard,I feel trapped and consumed, like a caged bird.And like a caged bird I have lost my song.Anything I say these ..
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To my love,Like a siren you call me and like the shipIcrashLike a godIworship you, you surround me like a rash.Like an angel you guide me, I always lo..
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This is a poem I wrote for my brothers funeral.
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