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The Paper Man of BordeaxA Poem by harmfulpoetLocked in solitude, locked in grace, A man left with many thoughts to chase, And confined to a bed, confined to the cold, He sp.. |
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Mildewed in My Mouth and Sunshine in The MorningA Poem by harmfulpoetAbout a girl |
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On StrawberriesA by harmfulpoetLife is like a box of strawberries. Or so I’ve begun to think so. It’s perhaps the simplest, most silly metaphor for it... |
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Memories of a Dying GirlA Story by harmfulpoet"There was just this feeling of emptiness when she wasn't around"; An extract of my work. |
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