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Static CA Poem by Static CEverything you think you see is a matrix of strings in absolute Motion at C. A f*****g rat race song and dance with one chance to be. Determined to be by neccessity uncertainties enemy. Cry havoc le.. |
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My KnightA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceMany moons have come to pass since I saw you last but the memory of you lingers with me all the time and dreams at night whisper, you still are mine. 'I love you', are the words you say after.. |
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Thy MuseA Poem by Patricia PonceThy Muse Thee calleth me thy muse, dawned fuse to thy quiescence Equally in such breath bestows purest innocence Thee nameth me dreamt sprite to sin's every delight Graceful angel when nym.. |
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White Picket FencesA Book by Gabalicious!A story about two brothers and one final summer. |
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Stitch in Time.A Poem by LydiaYou and I, we're a piece of infinity We're a second of time on this earth We're minute and insignificant But there’s a chance we can prove our worth. You and I, unsure of where we're going.. |
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Sonnet 1.A Poem by LydiaI have no wondrous summer days Rather, I possess every sad winter night And if I loved you, I would count the ways But nothing you ever said was ever right. I am captured by my loneliness, Near.. |
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What Force Is This?A Poem by Ah LecksTrue feelings experienced |
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Savoir.A Poem by LydiaJe vous aime, et je vous adore Vous ne savez pas Mais je sais, Si, je sais. Que vous voulez encore? Vous ne savez pas Mais je sais, Si, je sais. Avez-vous besoin ou avez-vous envie? Je .. |
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Sense.A Poem by LydiaThe rush of traffic, Slamming doors, He’d never hear again. Opened windows, A child’s fright, He’d never see again. A gentle kiss, December snow, He’d never taste aga.. |
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YEP! They Got Me...A Story by KuntryJoke My a*s. |
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VISIT STARHALOIND.COMA Book by Åutumn LeeVISIT STARHALOIND.COM |
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The RecluseA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceThe somber tone is set between us while I strive to express my wisdom and feelings, you complain each day that I don't play or listen to the words you say. I wonder why I can't find the tim.. |
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Broken MirrorA Poem by BeaudynThis is a very close account of my day to day life. Living with BPD. |
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What Be MourningA Poem by Patricia PonceWhat Be Mourning What airs...mourning's proper etiquette? Does he clock in nine to five, or somersaults twenty-four seven? Rebelliously alive! Be he hindsight's bard binding unreconciled.. |
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State of Emergency (a tribute to T...A Poem by BeaudynThis is dedicated to those that were present the day of the major meltdown at Three Mile Island. |
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Alcoholic BlurA Poem by BeaudynMirror mirror on the wall, tell me what you think Do I look that bad because I had an alcoholic drink? It started out cold, then dulled to a burn And a headache from hell is what you did .. |
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