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ACT 8 - Conversation beats Confrontation, Hands Do..A Chapter by Kevin Sheen TiuChapter 8 |
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ACT 13 - Our Last SupperA Chapter by Kevin Sheen Tiuchapter 13 |
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ACT 14 - My Secret LoveA Chapter by Kevin Sheen Tiuchapter 14 |
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Crazily In Love With YouA Poem by Dominik D. RitesI'm going crazy for you. |
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If My Ghosts of Air Finally Reach YouA Poem by Lalierandom chick is seriously in love with someone but is too scared to voice her true feelings |
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Tell-AllA Poem by SavyMaybe someday I can tell youHow your smile has made my heart feel warmHow your voice has given me gigglesHow your opinion has made me want to shout ou.. |
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The confessionA Poem by RituThis poem is about a confession made by a girl to her best friend. She's in a dilemma if she was right or wrong to do that. There are some metaphors u.. |
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WindowsillA Poem by J. A. PerkinsA confession of sorts |
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TransparentA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoPeople aren't dumb. Facades are an act of cowardice. |
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Mother, DaughterA Poem by Bryad Polis Valentino"Mother, I forgive you." The real truth that made my story begin. Jackie, I forgive you, too. You were a monster for what you did. I merely let you ex.. |
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My CurseA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoYou made the light die. You made me a loathsome being. I denounced it all for you. I'm sorry, blood saint Jen, a victim of the barbaric ordeal. |
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NeanderthalA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoYou know him, call him John The Baptist. |
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Lilith, My MotherA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoGraphic. Three types of woman, Weakest, those who do it for free. Second, those who need dinner first. Strongest, ones who get top dollar. I'm the .. |
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The Love That You Gave To Me (Not Meant To Be)A Poem by Bryad Polis Valentino(Her journal. Post-humous work for English pagan-folk singer, Jen Luna. All rights maintained by Me. Yes, me. Avalon’s coven leader. That’.. |
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His PactA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoNot to entertain anyone, yet I do for all. Watch me work, it's Magickal. This is how I feel. |
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I Am A ShamanA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoFor my new friend, Maille. |
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