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ScribbleScribble,We'll create lines and curves,Circles and dots,We'll let our heartOoze from the tip of our pencil.Because that is what poetsDo.You se..
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I am,In time,Refined.Like the rocks at the bottom of the oceanMy edges become smoother and smoother,There is a reasonI'm sure,That God has called me t..
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Step.Back.Where did I go?Someone cut my ropeAnd ate all my crumbs,Is it just me?Or are these walls growing,The leaves are getting thicker,And these th..
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Bright lightsDance floorStep one.Step TwoHead backThey say relax,Composure intact,But directionI don't need,Instructions?Baby please...This body doesn..
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A mirror,I am beautifulI am beautifulI am beautiful,But these scars,They stay,I am beautifulI am beautiful,But these marks,They don't go away,I am bea..
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Will you dance with me?I know I can't quite moveLike I used to,But My Darling,The sky is snowing,And you are glowing,So pleaseJoin me for this dance,L..
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My soul is cold,Drenched in the tearsOf this raging storm,The tree that once protected it,The tree that kept it dry and warm,Was brought down in secon..
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Hello You,I know You,I have been tryingso very hardto get rid of You,But here he comes,Getting You to jump up and down,We recognize him,Different face..
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Cursed by Apollo to see the future but never be heard, Cassandra battles with the knowledge she must bear alone.
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When I sit down to write a poem, I realize that I can lie to myself but not to my poetry.
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