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The SouvenirA Story by JoannaBlue was my grandmother’s favorite color. It was the color of her nicest blouse, the one she only wore to church. The same one she was buried in.. |
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MatchA Poem by PeanutButterCatWith a match you are satisfied by the small glow it gives off, thinking it will last forever. Of course it doesn't, and there you are miserable once a.. |
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Brightest StarA Poem by KazMarI hope it's readable �'� |
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ShatteredA Poem by MysteriousAriesCan't dream a lovely scene,When the heart is broken.Light was dim, grass not green,The bolt of grief was open.The lullaby sang,Killed the rainbow.Noah.. |
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Night and Music of the BereftA Poem by MysteriousAriesThe flipside of the day,Brings a lot of melodies,Of painful journals.At most the moon and stars are dead,For those eyes that lament for the beloved.Th.. |
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Every TearA Poem by Brett HernanFor Annette Pisano Higley |
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But with no~A Poem by мalғyI am really trying to express emotions i have never felt |
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My first loveA Poem by WhereswareI'm down and out of the game As I hide in my corner of shame I can't look people in the eye To my chances at love I say goodbye I desire her tou.. |
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respiteA Poem by Coccinellidaeif there’s one thing i’m grateful for it’s that i met you in march before it started raining everything remind.. |
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unwelcomeA Poem by Coccinellidaememories flash grainy and yellow as if from an old film on the screen of my mind i forget what i was doing my heart.. |
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typing scarsA Poem by Coccinellidaeif you have apropensityto want to go back and deletethe words you writeyou should probably avoidtyping on soulsand heartsI love you |
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broken eyesA Poem by CoccinellidaeI once told you that I had broken eyesI was referring to my bodymy body. of which we spoke so muchso intimatelyof which I allowed you to tasteand seea.. |
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therapyA Poem by CoccinellidaeIt's been a monthI'm still cryingit burnsit achesI had therapy todayshe told me to let the waves of pain hitlet them wash over meand to stop associati.. |
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bladesA Poem by CoccinellidaeTending to my wounds, with graceI put my own hand on my heart, instead of yoursYou remember, the picture we tookof your handon my heart Your hand had.. |
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Seeking Self in SolitudeA Poem by GauravNo fruit of happiness is as rich as the rise of men from grief |
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Short PointA Story by Dale J. CoffeyA very short story about a young couple dealing with terminal illness while on holiday in their favourite spot; Short Point. |
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Monochrome PhotosA Poem by luceraThis is about losing a close friend or family member and getting over the grief. |
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I still write....A Poem by мalғyI lost my biggest fan |
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Quite by AccidentA Story by Lawrence KindenIt's a crowded house. Privacy is accidental at best. [Story Depicts Spanking] |
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