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The ForesterA Stage Play by Roger Ferguson IIa greek king angers pan and artimis with his tree chooping |
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The day I died insideA Poem by JulieThis is about a breakup, oviously. |
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Pan’s Puzzle(d) Girl~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKIT..night my body curves over in crescent white feet dream a pool of liquid ink stained pulling me deep obsidian spiral on a note of y.. |
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Darryl He IsA Poem by Richard WilliamsMore on the cat almighty. |
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The second star to the leftA Story bya story about what happens if you go the the left instead of right as you usually do when you want to get to neverland. It's about a boy named charlie.. |
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Primal JoyA Poem by RequsI've forgotten Whilst starving through opaque consequence I've forgotten As I steadily continue my endless battle towards aspiration A.. |
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Speed~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKIT..Blood in the mist a spectacular flare of life stuck between broken ribs on a crushing exhale cars flash by spreading bone trail.. |
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Jerusalem Tree~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKIT..The desert is the only place Where a girl can face the solid rock face of a god thing Calcified in the dead sea of his disturbed disgust .. |
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Night in the Forest of PanA Poem by onewhowritesshort imagined saying of an ancient god |
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Cloak of AutumnA Poem by ImperialTrollAutumn's nights hide many shapes and shadows, all you have to do is look. |
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NeverlandA Poem by JRC TalbergA poem based on the movie "Finding Neverland". |
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Sands TouchedA Poem by Ripple of AquaWhy is it always the young who pay for the consequences of the old? Inspired by E.E. Cummings' "in Just-" |
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Grimm MeetA Poem by David Lewis PagetWhen the roof came down in the copper mine There wasn’t much hope, we said, Those twenty men on the south-west drive Are buried.. |
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So Much MoreA Poem by rFor the members of the LGBTQAIP commmunity |
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EpilogueA Chapter by Jaimie HollickEPILOGUE And so a happy ending came to the siblings. Theresa Godhold became Mrs. Wallace Wingham, moved back to London where the newlyweds.. |
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Martha's BroomA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe lay awake in her tiny bed And she waited for the dawn, For then she’d be turning five, they said, The day that she was born.. |
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