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FallingA Poem by Lauren_Jane_96Interpret it however you need |
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All That RemainsA Poem by Zee NoirBeyond the lights; in a place so far, Beyond the pale glow of the moon and stars. Hidden from the world above, Alone in the shadows I&rsquo.. |
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Glass PrisonA Story by Tomislav PetricevicA slightly psychological short story loosely based on the song "Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park. |
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chevre de la solitudeA Poem by Anna Auel“I buried my heart beneath your walls the only place I ever felt at home.” crossing the street, admiring the elegant laundress𱉮.. |
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Wash MeA Poem by ShawnaWash away the dust, you cold bitter rain.Take all my fears, diminish all my pain.You make it dark and harder for me to see.What ever has become of you.. |
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Keep BurningA Poem by Dream HunterThe flood will always wash you down The wind will always blow you around But no matter what may come about Don’t ever let your fire.. |
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The River of Logic.A Poem by ElizabethAmBurnsComing to terms with the eternal struggle between logic and emotion following a break-up. |
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105A Poem by EmilyThis isn't about literal actual scars. "Thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else." -J.K. Rowling |
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On her face...A Poem by RahulJune/30/2013....written on :) |
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Massive WoundsA Poem by LETitBeKnownI only thought that I could wash the filth with lies.Undone buttons and pulled off sheets. Each scar caressed by an unfamiliar voice.I've lost all to.. |
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CISTERNA Poem by kublakhan2710 08 13 |
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A Prayer To Be FreeA Story by Healing StarMy prayer on a quiet winter night. |
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Keep MeA Poem by Healing StarA prayer to the universe, to keep me. |
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At Last, To LiveA Poem by Healing StarCome now Children, come now Children, it is time we see we are children of Mother Earth and Father Sky, the Holy Children. |
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Saturday Laundry Day!A Story by TinaM201549Saturdays were known as Laundry day, when I was growing up. It started early and most Saturdays took all day. The electric washing machines were rare .. |
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..A Poem by angelAbout holding on and death. Love and smiles. Poisoned by blood. gun and darkness. Light and weapon. |
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Knocking...A Poem by L.M. WeeksAs I walk through the storm of the horizontal abyss,The lunar rays of the luminescent moon wash over me as a tsunami.I feel the knocking, the knocking.. |
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