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You look around and don't know anyone, but they keep coming up to you, smiles in your face, and criticisms behind your back. They shake your hand and ..
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Paragliding down,from highs I will remember,the way you feel to me.
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A sweet melody falling onto deaf ears,Dancing through the mines effortlessly,The wire cage's door slowly creaks open as ifEscape was always undeniably..
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From the moment we open our eyes, to the moment we shut themif we are allowed shut themdo we not exist to engage one another?My eyes meet yours, and y..
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A poem describing the jealousy that whiteness exudes when in proximity to blackness
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When I was a kid I loved the rainHow smells and colors never remained the sameIt took so little just to changeThe perception of the sun was boring, pl..
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The pressure, the weight, the feeling of being beautifully different in a world that hates you for doing so, yet takes and creates their own from you...
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