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What ever did we do wrongto invoke the fury of your fists?Too young to understand then,yet today still full of questions.He left, couldn’t stoma..
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A young girl from Ireland in the 19th century escapes her home after it's been robbed and burnt. A farmer finds her in the woods and rescues her, and ..
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My heart is like a lonely sparrow;Darting to one potential ‘mate’,But leaving before getting comfortable.Never happy with who it finds.But..
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I made a mistakeI left my heart out,and it was snatched upby a sneaky feline.He pounced on it,and is toying withmy already fragile heart.His claws gen..
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What do you see when you look in the mirror?
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A small poem I wrote to get me through high-school, which I recited whenever I wasn't feeling like myself anymore
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The flames play dangerouslyclose to my skin, lapping atit as if starved, wanting tokiss it gently, and takeevery poisonous thought away.The longing an..
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This poem is a little hard for me to explain, so if you understand it I nod my head to you in appreciation
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A rather edgy and dark poem, but full of truth and hurt
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An English assignment from a couple years ago
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