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I Love..A Poem by AvniI love all the creatures in this sublunary world and I love being desperate for the things I wanna do. I love being barefaced. I love the befalling wh.. |
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Possibilities Of ChangeA Story by Healing StarChange, is there anything more permanent than this. |
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UndiscoveredA Poem by PatriciaUncovering the mind gives the possibility of an inexistent accordance. Burn the fear with the cover, let it fit and love. |
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All Up To YouA Poem by Healing StarComin' up on a new Moon always a good time to Listen, a time to Write. |
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Brimming InsideA Poem by Santi QbExploring the Possible |
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Moonlit ConfessionsA Poem by Beautiful IntentionsAlways the dreamer... |
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DoorsA Story by KitonicWhat may you find behind one of the many doors in this place? Here just a taste of what you may find. |
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Inner LibraryA Story by Joey NizzLost opportunitiesLost possibilitiesFeelings that we can never go back toThat is part of what it means to be alive!But inside our headsWellAt least th.. |
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The Future RoadA Poem by JonathanWhere are our eyes focuses?. Do we spend so much time thinking about what could be, we cannot appreciate the current reality. |
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Believe!A Poem by Joey NizzI want you to start believing in somethingThat will seize your heartYour bodyAnd your very soul.Let itinfatuate your mind and open you to newpossibili.. |
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The Writer's ContinuumA Story by J. J. ArcuisAn exploration of life and how small we all are in the grand scheme. The main idea of this story is the Writer's Continuum, a continuous stacking of w.. |
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Little Isn't LittleA Poem by Kay Salisu Titilola... |
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Letter 16: The ConclusionA Chapter by The Joshua LettersI stated in the Q&A session that I would herein conclude these letters, and so I shall. There is certain.. |
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Her PreferenceA Poem by Michael R. BurchHer PreferencebyMichael R. BurchNot for her the pale incandescence of dreams,the warm glow of imagination,the hushed whispers of possibility,or frail,.. |
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My Steady FriendA Poem by NFAI loathe your rancid voiceYou puke a putrid noiseOut on the jetty’s endYou stand confused, my steady friend;You who's quite provincial,A rather .. |
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