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Hello, I am a liar,
At least they say I am,
Or maybe I'm a maniac,
Or maybe I'm a sham.
I'll tell you a story,
Of a wonderful night,
Saw the g..
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From the pov of a killer
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On a cold wintry night,As I remember,I left him at the altar,That day in December.I walked the lonely roads,Along the lonely sky,I saw my destination ..
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I wrote this poem to make up to a friend after a fight...i told her that the second half of the poem will depend on if she forgives me or not
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Do not judge a book by it's cover
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This poem tells the story of 2 friends seperation and reconciliation...
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This poem is dedicated to my mom
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the poem is abt winter and wat it brings along with it the soft breeze the stars the sky the mist the weather the flowers with dew on it in the mornin..
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This poem was written as a tribute by me for the Delhi gang rape victim when she was alive...this is from her p.o.v
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Welcome to the scariest place in the world
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