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Teardrop MemoriesA Poem by MarlenaPush my soles to the grounddrowning them in puddlesparticles traveling into the cracks and crevices and callouses of my feetI reach a hand out to the .. |
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BitterSweetA Poem by BadlyBruisedMuse- like a rose with thorns. |
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MemoryA Poem by FaithyIf the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is fore.. |
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Memory WalkerA Story by TopHatGirlAurora is a girl with an unusual gift. Whenever she touches someone for the first time, she can see one memory from them. |
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When do we die?A Poem by Huggy BearWhen do we die? Is it when we get shot? Is it when we get stabbed? Perhaps maybe it is when we fall from great heights. |
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SnowA Story by Fallacy PharmacyDestructive love, perhaps? I don't even know. You have to read to find out and decide for yourselves. |
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My Gift to YouA Poem by Gary BaptistThis is a poem I wrote for my Fiancée's Grandma's funeral. Poetry isn't my strong point but I was pleased with the result, even if its metre is.. |
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Who are you?A Poem by TaylerI keep having this dream where I meet my perfect match, but I never see his face. I hear his voice, but not the pitch or tone. The only thing I rememb.. |
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Fleeting MemoriesA Poem by MattWheatusMy thoughts on my fleeting memory, and what it holds dear that I may lose. |
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CornucopiaA Chapter by HighBrowCultureYou'll see... |
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Happiness is a Warm GunA Chapter by HighBrowCultureChapter 2 of Scarecrow |
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Hen NightA Story by Anne MartinFlo has some issues that she needs to work out of her system. |
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CORK 1922.A Poem by Terry CollettAN OLD WOMAN AND HER MEETING WITH MICHAEL COLLINS IN CORK IN 1922. |
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Stalked By A MemoryA Poem by JenLynThoughts of you trickle in my mind I struggle to make the memory of you vanish. But again and again the universe illustrates to me a suggestion o.. |
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Bittersweet Memories (Revised)A Poem by JenLynI still smell your cologne. I still feel the spark of your lips. Oh how I wish it were easier to forget all of these memories I miss. The sound of.. |
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