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Without Proper PracticeA Poem by kera moondustAnd now all I am to you, is just a series of near misses. That almost intersected but never did. |
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on the tips of my lashesA Chapter by Lyn Andersoninspired by Caradoc's poem "Wither" |
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The First SnowA Poem by Beautiful IntentionsWe had played like children in a frosted field Where I had once chased summer dragonflies When I was just a little girl still strutting pigt.. |
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WowA Poem by Tony JordanA beautiful woman |
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