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Flesh and boneA Poem by Lydia WaldockFlesh and boneBlood of wineDisconnectedI love it when my head spinsRegrets of a long lineTaking another hitPaid with me cashI love it when my world cr.. |
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Cursed angelA Poem by Lydia WaldockShe told her gods to go against herAn angel of destruction she was.Burnt off-white wings only visible to those that know her this way.What power of a .. |
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Love in Every StitchA Story by Jenny VillaClothing has made an impact on my life for more reasons just to cover up. Every knit has been my saving grace. |
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The HumanA Story by Jenny Villap.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} .. |
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What is "Art"?A Story by Jenny VillaThis week I chose to put an item up on a stand that we all completely over look everyday, multiple times a day: a nice full roll of toilet paper. I w.. |
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Clouds of distal rainfallA Poem by Lydia WaldockThese dreams are walking with meThe stars are following alongThe height of our livesThese are the days that weeks lead intoThese are nights we can fee.. |
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EssenceA Book by AgarI was just a naive girl, who remembered she loved drawing the most as a child, and only wanted a diffrent life that matters.. never expect to have suc.. |
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The RefugeA Chapter by Agarfinding a refuge was back than was the best way to escape a wrong choice.. |
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The ArtistA Poem by SerenI see myself as a relic, so poor, so tired. Like countless women from another time, dead in the eyes offering anything for meagre payment. I pros.. |
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A SUPPRESSED LIFEA Story by gauravA meaning full art. |
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Black Coffee and LoversA Poem by AiHWhat is it with black coffee and lovers? The bitter taste of coffee mixed with your sweet words must make the perfect drink Each sip as addictin.. |
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He's Old News NowA Poem by AiHI can't remember his eyes anymorewhen at one time they were all I could seeI cant feel his mouth anymorewhen at one time they were all I could tasteI .. |
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Stormy LoversA Poem by AiHIt's excitingto see these words fall out of my brainlike storms in the southyou shake my foundationpretty words pouring out of my headlike a leaky roo.. |
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ColorsA Poem by AiHAfter years of sitting in blackand redI find myself surroundedby yellowand blue |
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Planted MeA Poem by AiHThe journeytogether was treacherousWatching out for pointed cliffsJagged edgesEroding mountainsBut it was also beautifuloh, it was so beautifulWith yo.. |
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Sarahs WindowA Story by LE BerryAn artist tells of her thoughts about life. |
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