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Winter HolidayA Poem by LoLoIn this monotone washed out city,The traffic moves slowly,But still too fast to kill time,Under a desolate ever-grey sky.When destiny isn’t real.. |
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Neon NightA Poem by LoLomy first attempt at a prose poem |
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seven-day forecastA Poem by LoLothe highs creep upthe temps pushing their luckthe seventh day will suffocateor else just embracethe rounded drops of rainand animated wisps of cloudsb.. |
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Sun-deckA Poem by LoLoSomething I wrote about an interesting thought that occurred late one school-night |
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