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People are chameleonsA Poem by The Avid BibliophileWhen she goes to school she’s happy A smile plastered on her face Nothing there can faze her Her emptiness is set in place When she comes .. |
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BangA Poem by LunalitSolThe Gun says Bang. Life says Checkmate. |
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Never the SameA Poem by Mason RayburnThe theme or mission statement of my church is "never again the same". This poem came in response to that theme. |
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Shape MeA Poem by Mason RayburnMold me Bend me Shape me Make me Into whatever kind of man You want me to be Call it whipped Call it loved I say I'm smiled on From abov.. |
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False BeautyA Chapter by Abdul Batin Osman Beyabout what society tries to do to women |
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The Restless SoulA Poem by Gypsy DreamerLife and Death |
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Freed SoulA Poem by Stephen J. VattimoA poem about the voluntary slavery one must endure to earn one keep to be able to have the privilege to spend time being creative. |
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~ YūreiA Poem by~ Yūrei, Elisa Laura, Japan, Ghosts, Sleep, Lullaby, Rest, Sign, Mold, Dark, Death... |
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Mold for CompanyA Poem by Zack ValentaOpaque green glow on my fly infested home A foundation of hoarded scraps of metal and wire Circuit boards hooked through Styrofoam and used napkins.. |
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Born Genius, Find Their Rembrandt SideA Story by StephenBring the Genius side out of our children and others |
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WorryA Poem by KaylarkWorry is a house that's falling apart.It's got rotted woodAnd mold.If I can,I'd like to move.I should live in better conditions. |
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MasksA Poem by Ebb and FlowWe wear a different mask everyday to fit the mold of the world, but what if your mask was to break? Would you repair the one .. |
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Mold A StoryA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..A poem made purely of rhymes. |
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The requirements for mold design and productionA Story by haoThe structure design and parameter selection of the mold,and the life of mold. |
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Vera Pavlova translations of Russian PoemsA Poem by Michael R. BurchVera Pavlova: English Translations of Russian PoemsI shattered your heart;now I limp through the shardsbarefoot.―Vera Pavlova, loose translation.. |
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