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The darkness is goneA Poem by Ben Robinsonfinally, the darkness is gone... |
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Loving Someone To Me Is Beyond Special.A Story by OnlymeLoving Someone by Lukas Graham.Loving Some to me.Is having someone youcan just be yourself withno matter what.On gooddays or bad.With messy wake-up ha.. |
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Have you felt the spirit of Christmas?A Poem by OnlymeHave you felt the spirit of Christmastouch you deep inside.I don't mind the spirit of the Alcoholic kind at all.I mean the holy spirit.The one from ab.. |
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Far From Perfect.. But I am Me..A Poem by OnlymeIt really is quite strangehow people see being a good personas a bad thing.That caring and loving otherswho are not even related to youat all. Is wick.. |
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Cuddles & kisses in front of an....A Poem by OnlymeCuddles and kiss in front of an open log fire.In the living roomof our cute cabin in the woods.The dogs are snuggled up in their dog baskets on the sh.. |
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Real FriendsA Poem by Ben RobinsonThank you x |
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Self LoveA Story by OnlymeWe all want to feel loved, needed, cared for respected and wanted.Listened to and heard. That is not asking much at allto ask for?But some people go t.. |
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We all have something Glorious about Us All.A Poem by OnlymeNo of us are perfect. But we all have something glorious about us all.No matter what!That makes us stand out in a crowd. Maybe it's your eyes. Bright .. |
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Parenting.A Poem by Onlymevia good and bad times. |
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DaydreamingA Poem by Ben RobinsonThe sun finally came up. |
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Rose scentedA Poem by Ben RobinsonThe beginning of the end. |
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My lifeA Poem by Ben RobinsonThe true story. |
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Hit and MissA Poem by Ben RobinsonJust when I think we’re over, You text me, Four little words, Do you love me? I look out of the window, I remember the feeling, That se.. |
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A poetry essayA Story by Ben RobinsonThank you x |
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Lay And PlayA Poem by RachealSome of us. Like to lay and play around. Depending on the person we with. |
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LOVEA Poem by Ben RobinsonThis is not sad. |
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MotherA Poem by Ben RobinsonHe makes mistakes, And she watches him break, Then picks up his pieces, Unlike all the others, She was mother. Stood in the wings, Sat in the .. |
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All over againA Poem by Ben RobinsonBecause the world needs another love poem. |
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BlossomA Poem by Ben RobinsonAll the flowers my life blossomed. |
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