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Gold and SilverfishA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologistmmhmm, tis awesome. once again, bunch of crap in my head, and a nod to some Relient K lyrics and two lines from another poem, The Seeing Place. Woop ^.. |
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The ClosetA Story by ZekkieSpencerHave you ever wondered what's lurking in your closet? |
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Step By StepA Story by EnternalNightThis story is about a girl named Alice...if I tell you anymore I'm afraid I'll give the story away! Let me know if I should continue with it. |
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(Untitled)A Story by Sarah EmilyI hate lacking titles, but I just rediscovered this story that I wrote over the summer and I am still thinking on what to call it... |
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Chapter Two:The Lovely BretA Chapter by AprilLet us meet Bret, a douchy jock who's got a secret |
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Inside My ClosetA Story by Monster ^.^What really scares us is the thing we hide in our closets ... |
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I don't feel bad.A Poem by Angel Without WingsThe ants didn't realize, That a sickly sweat poison, Had been sprayed around their new playground. |
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Thinking With a ConcussionA Poem by City of ProphetI wrote this in the middle of the night in my cousin closet. I kept reciting a poem I just heard by Propaganda about time and felt the need to not was.. |
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in or out?A Poem by V M Smithsilent smiles still hiding pain i'll drag you by the hand show you my life, i'm hurt again but i'm still not what you think i am Open the .. |
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under these clothesA Poem by V M Smithi can change the clothes i wear and promise i'll always be there but underneath it all i still bleed like you and only we know it's not fair .. |
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no longerA Poem by V M Smithis this really all i am? i can't sum myself up but i seem to be far less than anyone else i see and for some strange reason i no longer want.. |
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i want to change my name againA Poem by V M Smithshave my head adopt an accent buy all new clothes start to walk a different way sell all that i've written and never read any of it .. |
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i want this to workA Poem by V M Smithi'm so attached to you. it hurts so deep. i see your name as my phone rings and people ask why i'm smiling... i look around when i hear my name .. |
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racingA Poem by V M Smithfun and games through pain and flames bite my lip and pull my hair slow and tough push me rough break this streak of jaded days push me .. |
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