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Total depravityA Poem by statesof_mattersPlundered total depravity sowing inhuman anger... |
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Broken BirdA Poem by Aaron ParkerFor one of my good friends from Sicily! |
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Shanghai PalaceA Screenplay by heidi jacobsenShanghai meets New Jersey when two loveable thugs cannot come to terms on the price of the towns hottest strip club, "The Shanghai Palace". |
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the americanA Poem by Sydney Jane“I’ll have your favorite,” she playfully whispered.leaning against the honest glass display,she stood with a curious strawberry smil.. |
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AttesaA Poem by ARevenantKingdom [ARK]A poem in Italian about waiting for love. |
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Oh, My ItalyA Poem by AnnaHis kiss was gentle rain on a Spring morning in Venice,it was warm rays through dark clouds in the skies.His embrace was just as much so, yes,but his .. |
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Black or White?A Poem by Ngoc M. NguyenAn autobiographical sonnet. |
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In The Italian NightA Poem by AnnaSinging creatures of the gentle night,twisting shadow branches, near above.Wishes flee under the silver moonlight,swirling helpless without honest lov.. |
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The Rain In HampshireA Poem by AnnaThe rain is softest back home,on the warm fire lit houses of Hampshire.I am told that it falls when I miss it most,but here in Italy, I cannot be sure.. |
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Anime GemelleA Chapter by Kaity FisherMama,Defined as mother,E si, e vero (And yes it's true)Sei come mia madre (You're like my mother)You care for meAnd love meIncondizionatamente. (Uncon.. |
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Key WitnessA Book by VLE321There are two men. There are two made men. I watched as one killed a mobster. I depend on the other to save my life. There are two made men. .. |
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In the beginingA Chapter by VLE321There are two men. There are two made men. I watched as one killed a mobster. I depend on the other to save my life. There are two made men. .. |
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A New FriendA Story by Elizabeth RidgeLucia has always danced. Now she has started at new studio with a new girl. What will come out of this experience? |
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No titleA Poem by Cruth A Bhais[IT] Fuori vento.Dentro vento.Rimango sotto le coperte sperando che mi facciano da scudo.Rimango nel buio sperando di avere dei nemici da cui nascond.. |
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Italian Church BellsA Poem by Emily LItalian Church BellsAs the dawn of Italy began to rise above the hilly countryThe sound of Italian Church Bells began to sing through the cityEchoing .. |
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