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Fallen
I step out into this sea of white mush,
snow flurries drizzling down my face,
catching unwanted specks in my eyes,
there are no perks to..
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“Their tongues are filled with
lies.
Snake venom drips from their lips.*”
The Girls
It’s
stepping into the viper pit,
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"What makes you different, makes you beautiful"
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No one knows Atlantis because it's forbidden from our sights, but they're still curious about it.
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"I wanna know what love is... I want you to show me..."
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for the Cinquain poetry contest
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Burnout LoveYouan unlit fire,a blinking traffic light,a forest without trees,a you without metwo years in a desertwithout food or drink.I wander alone..
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a shirt w/o wrinklesbutton by button,
uncuff,
uncuff,
he begins to unwind like the snow
i have never held in open hands,
have never watched..
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My response to there being so many poems about death. I wanted to write something that didn't scream "death in the family." 5/26/2011
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You're a kind of faded jean to meso overused, so overwhelmedI touch your seams and they just slip awayunder my hand you grow softeralmost a flimsy str..
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