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Magnolia trees, grass, the stain of dark blue ink, alcohol, and destiny paved into the shady sidewalk that returns us back to our innocent pasts.
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Crowds descend to the Battery
As a million dreams ascend into an azure sky.
And the Hudson drenched in the glistening
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Not everything appears as it is.
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There she sits on that dated
cream sofa,
That notebook in which she
confides,
A contrast to the dark apartment,
A wilte..
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Unable
to hold my breath any longer
The
pages of my lifeBrimming with hastily corrected mistakes
Ripped
out
Torn
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My head sunk into the softness of the
pillow, toy cars hidden under the mattress clinking under my weight. Here, here in ..
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The short, saddening story of a relationship that ends abruptly in a rather unforeseen twist.
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I do not mean to offend anyone through this poem, and I do realise it is opinionated, but what is the meaning of language if people do not have the f..
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