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Part 1A Chapter by livspenFirst part of a novel I'm writing, Fragments. Semi-autobiographical, mostly just a mad mixture of reality and fiction. |
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Fragments Of TimeA Poem by Nichole AngelaWe all regret something in life but we must always remember that these are all part of who we are in the present that why we must accept it and move o.. |
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Worlds ApartA Poem by kera moondustI've never missed someone so much... What's gotten into me. |
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Eye surgeryA Poem by Michelle N. H.It was cold where my body was lying, on grey metal and with a sharp light penetrating my layers of being. I felt naked to their eyes, yet conten.. |
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FragmentA Poem by Janne Varvára SeemIn adoring memory. |
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WavesA Poem by aspiring-novelist-angelLying hereTheseFragments of me,Tossed aroundon a torturous seaAnd there's nothingmorethan footprintson the shore.Pull me awayWash me awayI beg for the.. |
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~ You Color the WorldA Poem by~ You Color the World, E.L. Elisa Laura, Silent Connections, Nature, From Winter to Spring, Love, Hiking, Real Life, Moments, Fragments, Pain, Beauty. |
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FRAGMENTSA Story by nigeleastmanA short story about leaving and how much it sucks. |
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MineA Story by CristinaLast time I saw you, we were sitting in the middle of that field. I still miss that field even though we only went there once. As we were laying there.. |
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How it all happenedA Story by CristinaThis story... just makes me sad. |
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DregsA Poem by Amy ComptonA little of this and a little of that. All about love. |
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The OneA Story by CristinaHello.It's been a while since I saw you last, so long that maybe it wasn't even you in the first place. I saw maybe just this part, this man, crossing.. |
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Just the OptionA Poem by K.H. LawI guess this is about how I've never really been truly and properly in love with someone. |
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NothingA Poem by aaronMy first true poem in a year. Filed with my solemn pain and love for one who cannot see past me, and therefore cannot in brace me. |
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Pieces of MeA Poem by GreenEyedPoetWritten 5/26/15 'Don't bother picking up the broken pieces They're too sharp to touch And too small to matter'. |
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NewspapersA Poem by mackenzi_drewThe newspapers are accumulating at the doorof the closed business on the cornerand beginning to disintegrate into tiny little fragmentsfrom the intens.. |
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