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Dear GrandpaA Poem by RonnieBreightDear Grandpa,I miss your stuffed animals and eskimo kisses. When he does them, they're not quite the same. Not quite as food. Not quite as sincere. Yo.. |
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April 15, 2012A Story by RonnieBreightThis may sound morbid, but in a way, I want to die. I don't mean right now, not that I wouldn't mind it happening right now. All I mean, is .. |
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Recreate Yourself.A Poem by RonnieBreightGrow your own heart. Soak it in gold. Lock it away. Do what you're told. Make your own soul. Inhale bright blue. Savor the scene. Forget what.. |
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White Minds and Black SparrowsA Poem by RonnieBreighther heart lays still on her sleeve. |
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Does It Ever Go Anywhere?A Poem by RonnieBreightEveryone carves their thoughts into words. They write poetry to fill desolate holes inside themselves. They attempt to explainfeelings in a vers.. |
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A Body Wrapped In Stitches and Haze.A Poem by RonnieBreightmouths and tongues, should only be used for kissing. |
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Thin Beauty Can't Hold Much Pain.A Poem by RonnieBreighthe is her eyelid. blocked from view a child lay shaking. a soft sheet of darkness creeps over it's body. eyelids close over her mind. soft and d.. |
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Stuff Me Full.A Poem by RonnieBreightshove it all in. as far as possible. cram it with empty words. and lost promises. stitch it with pitiful attempts. and chocolate pudding. .. |
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Distorted BeautyA Poem by RonnieBreighttoothpick arms and fuzzy hair. mouth sealed shut and doesn't care. shaking hands and broken eyes. aching feet and twisted lies. secrets hidden.. |
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If Love Stories Are So Corny, Why Do We Still Read..A Poem by RonnieBreightI can't see. The air is groggy and the picture faded.I can't talk. My throat grasps, violently, to the words that won't come.I can't move. The pressur.. |
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