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Stolen HeartsA Book by Kittenev21 and working in a coffee shop, Emory was normal. That changes when one night a figure comes and steals her heart literally. Stranger this, she&rsquo.. |
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Lenny Baker ColeA Poem by Robert KeanSomeone whispered to Lenny Baker ColeNot quite a cry, not really a murmurYou're gonna turn out just like your fatherBlowing on that trumpet for a poor.. |
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Father, I want to join the armyA Poem by Robert KeanWe're all just pilgrims my son.Born with a mind to change, wonder, and reach.You have the soul of a farmer. Those tattered clothesand callused hands d.. |
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Weeping for the World as We Lay Our StonesA Poem by Robert KeanWeeping for the world as we lay our stonesA harsh exodus from this severed placeSifting through the ashes of a defamed throne.Who knows when or where .. |
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The Unfinished OperaA Poem by Robert KeanA soft, eloquent, sweet tone of memoriesflood my mind.Forging through the muckthe heavy saturated skies of my years.Its sentimental sound plagues medr.. |
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Poem for a Cold AfternoonA Poem by Robert KeanI've made myself into an island for youFashioning tides that sing, and a sun that heals.With an evening that is infinite, no....wait, immeasurable.I c.. |
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Big LoveA Poem by Robert KeanShe was a Waffle House Waitress Everyone called her Big Love. 6’2, 240lbs, gold and red streaked braids. Silver glitter painted on he.. |
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Finely TunedA Poem by Robert KeanI have a finely tuned guitar And a finely tuned car That I drive to my finely tuned gym. I have a finely tuned girlfriend With a finely tu.. |
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An Easter Poem: I dream of forgivenessA Poem by Robert KeanI dream of forgivenessA memory, so foreign to me nowThat wakes me to a still night.Some hurt, somebody, some place long agoBut it was me. A cold.. |
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