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His jaw dropped to the floor OH M GoD pick it up
it might get dirty on our dirty floor HAHAhA 10 second rule you cant ..
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Yellow crashes against this
Window, shining light
On my sickly white walls.
The weighty anvil descends on me
And traps my fevered body..
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Hide-and-go peek.
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This little cabin and your long nose make me feel at home
Among the crumbling beams, white but blue.
On this c..
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The lost are loved like silver ribboned presents under golden trees.
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Open my box, dear
adversary, and assess its contents.
Scribble the
imperfections in your crude clipboard and vomit them..
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Darling fair, with bright and golden hair,
If you were mortal, I would never know.
A perfect, fallen angel you must be..
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My first haiku...
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A cento poem using Shakespeare (Macbeth and Sonnet XXI) and Keats (Ode to Psyche).
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Would you stay here with me if I did so ask?
Am I certain that I wish to hear you say?
I, for one, can see the devil, ..
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