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FirefliesA Poem by Rainee WhitingFirefliesCurious she stands in tall grass with bare toes,she glances back to see her life,it is then that she knows.Her pale hands glide across the em.. |
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Love & CigarettesA Poem by Rainee WhitingLove & CigarettesI once inhaled you in,I now fight to catch my breath.I choke as I exhale.I die a slow and painful death.Rainee |
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No RegretA Poem by Rainee WhitingNo RegretI sit draped in linen,my mouth sucks a cigarette.With disheveled hair and thoughts,I suck with no regret.I pull my legs to my chest,rest my c.. |
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Cautious SipsA Poem by Rainee WhitingCautious SipsLike dew upon petals red,her kiss clings to quivering lips.Moisture left upon his flesh,he takes her in with cautious sips.Rainee |
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Return To YouA Poem by Rainee WhitingReturn To YouPress your mouth to mine,suck from me all there is to know.Swallow all that you love,spit what you despise into the melting snow.Breathe .. |
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MiningA Poem by Rainee WhitingMiningPeculiar blackened gems,tucked deep within my soul.Each encapsulating all the things,no one's meant to know.Mining through my thoughts,chipping .. |
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SalvationA Poem by Rainee WhitingSalvationA promise of salvationas she wades into the tide.Mouth moist with salted sea,and tears she has cried.A promise of redemption,as she slips ben.. |
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My Panic AttackA Poem by JenniferMy own personal experience with a panic attack and how I feel during one. I'm going to make a part 2 soon about how you eventually calm down and that.. |
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Going straight ahead with the scarA Story by Suyash AngiraSometimes the worst place you can be is in your own head. Thousands of questions and many doubts without having any proper answer to them haunting you.. |
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Keypad and wordsA Poem by SantanuWriting requires change. From medium, with time, this journey has become. |
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STANDING BEHIND THE CURTAINSA Poem by Aditi GoyalDown the memory lane |
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Frozen ...A Poem by Anushka joshiWhen we feel like Frozen ... |
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THE EGGA Poem by E.P. RoblesTHE EGGIn the quiet cradle of the morning sun,A humble egg, by dawn's grace begun.Pablo's brush, in colors bold and bright,Dances with words, a poet's.. |
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🌌"When Words Collide: A Supercalifragilistic vs..A Story by Sophia Scriven#WordsMatter #PlayWithWords #ScentVerseMagic #QuantumLinguistics #SupercalivolcanicEnergy |
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