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Meeting In A Hotel RoomA Poem by GeorgeVConspiring to commit adultery, What she and I have in mind Plans of what we can do with our mouths For now as we speak with the caution O.. |
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An Instant on the L TrainA Poem by A T LupianSweltering humidity afflicts the city’sPretentious onlookers’ gaze.Through thescorching heat waves,The train slowly squeals screechingto a.. |
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MoonstruckA Poem by Shahad NazerMidnight thoughts. |
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letter to a writerA Poem by Glennise Ayukletter to a writer The real deal is to keep moving at whatever pace. keep writing don’t give up your case. Take me at my .. |
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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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Her thoughtsA Poem by Royaltyjust something quick a random |
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SandA Story by CourtneySometimes I like to think of what it would be like to be a grain of sand.A grain of sand is small and barely noticeable. They come in all differentsha.. |
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PoisonA Poem by Lily AnnaI lied...Truth is, I stoppedAll these blank pagesSpoken words they vanish so quicklyBut once the ink stains the paper it's realThe thoughts the.. |
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Hello & GoodbyeA Poem by Jacqueline D. LopezI’m not saying I won’t cry... |
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Winter KissesA Poem by Marissa TorresYou are my love. You are my sunshine. You are everything I wish and hoped to have at eighteen. |
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UntitledA Poem by Marissa TorresYou took everything away from me. |
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EvolutionA Poem by Marissa TorresHis heart had openedand a short stem of a crumpled up rose revealed itself.It was for her.Kept in the depths of his soul.Free from harm.Was what he th.. |
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His Letter To HerA Story by Marissa TorresYou are not alone. |
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His Love, MadA Poem by Marissa TorresHe was madly in love with her. |
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Room Full Of ArtA Story by Marissa TorresYou’re my room full of art. |
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The Moon Without His SunA Poem by Marissa TorresHe reached out his hand at the dark blue sky,Where the moon bled profusely and cried.The sun was nowhere to be found,Causing the moon to look vulnerab.. |
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Hold On To MeA Story by Marissa TorresLong reading. |
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