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A poem for the metaphorical mind, and for the one that loves to kiss...I won't give away what.
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I got in the car and waved to my dad. He waved back. The car took off down the driveway, and onto the bumpy road, and that's when I first looked at m..
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"Road trip, anyone?" I asked, looking at my table of friends. The last day before our last Spring Break as high schoolers and all of us finally toget..
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“So, miss Sarah?” Terri said slowly, folding a shirt of mine,setting it in my suitcase and gracefully sitting beside me on my bed.“..
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I sat up quickly and got tracers
from doing so, because I was half asleep. I looked at Justin, his sleepy face
smushed into a pillow. I laughed and ..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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We stopped at a little café and met up with Peter and Jess.
When we told them about the cottage and Jessica freaked out, saying she’d
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I woke up, discovering I had been too tired the night before to
walk to my room. I had fallen asleep on the couch with my face smooshed into a cushi..
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A short, whimsical poem for those who get caught in the rain.
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The autumn
leaves tickled my forehead, and I swatted them away, too focused to deal with
pesky nature. I didn’t even look at Kitsuni when..
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The autumn leaves tickled my forehead, and I swatted them away, too focused to deal with pesky nature. I didn’t even look at Kitsuni when I aign..
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