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Honey and StoneA Book by emerald- S h o r t S t o r y - Her eyes, the color of honey, light and pure. . . but her heart, hard as stone, cold as a winters kiss |
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I don’t want to die because the sky exists.A Poem by Pia_Pana journal entry from this morning |
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Raspberry's VeilA Poem by redaliaplease let me hold you |
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Hold MeA Poem by k.s.You only hold mewhen my skin tastes like honey.Never when I’m bleeding and soaked in salt.You blame it on your past,I blame it on myself. Maybe .. |
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a lil bit of the heartA Book by Rheiafirst love. first heartache. first heartbreak. a book of four-liner poems that create a story of discovering love and it's many complications. |
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Just KaleA Book by stella lynnwood18-year-old Alena Castro is barely hanging on. This is a story about a girl realizing the importance of dedication and friendship, of love and family .. |
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chapter oneA Chapter by Rheia❝it only took one night❞☾the best night of my lifei met youtalked for six hours straightand i knew |
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chapter twoA Chapter by Rheia❝lovesick afternoon❞❤i find it hard to expressbut you understoodand said yesyou smiled; i got red |
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chapter threeA Chapter by Rheia❝i wanna make you happy❞☺the smile on your facemakes me smile as i tracememorising the shapei hope it does not fade |
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chapter fourA Chapter by Rheia❝please stay forever with me❞☾stay the nightlets hold handslaugh; illuminated by moonlighti'm at your command |
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chapter fiveA Chapter by Rheia❝wake up slow❞☀your eyes closedfreckles on your nosethe curtains shadowsa perfect view |
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chapter sixA Chapter by Rheia❝i will follow you into the dark❞☁if you go; ill go tooi can't bear the thoughtof you so lowand alone |
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chapter sevenA Chapter by Rheia❝i wish i was beside you❞✈gone on a tripyou're so far awaycalling me, i press greensmiling as you tell me you're okay |
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chapter eightA Chapter by Rheia❝goodnight moon❞☂you kiss my foreheadour smiles numbin your hands i sheda tear of all my love |
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chapter nineA Chapter by Rheia❝here without you❞�-sitting on my front porchlife passes bymy eyes are redbut i did not cry |
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What does it mean to liveA Poem by OlivierLiving is an extraordinary coincidence everyone reading this gets to experience. Birth, life, and death. And everything inbetween |
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