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Vapid DeferenceA Poem by Nadia ZahranBare-naked as we stand staring at the erosion of filth Filthy in my bucket of self-respect Too intoxicated to be i.. |
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Self-Served JunkieA Poem by Nadia ZahranYou’re the filler to my addiction My pseudo fiction My sexual contradiction I am impotent to your embelli.. |
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Twisted SheetsA Poem by Nadia ZahranInsecurities of idolizing Don’t Idolize me Or my Selfish ways Don’t Idolize the fact that I am Un.. |
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Corrupt MasturbationA Poem by Nadia ZahranControlled by the subtlety of this flight If the soft ivory condenses your sight To see the boastful deafening.. |
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Incapacitated EuphoriaA Poem by Nadia ZahranI’m a fiend for this rushA fiend for this high Inside myselfInside of youInside my mindKilling my.. |
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Ferocious DesireA Poem by Nadia ZahranNever before have I wanted somethingSo intensely So immensely Grasping for you Visions of youVisions .. |
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Nuclear ExistenceA Poem by Nadia ZahranThe details of last night escape me Tattered dreams torn apart in misshapen, tattered clothing drenched with pe.. |
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Obfuscated MirrorA Poem by Nadia ZahranAs your lips drip incomprehensible rhythmic patterns I am reminded of the cellophane existence that separates u.. |
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Another Friday night/ Another Saturday MorningA Poem by jsnape29About being stuck in a cycle of drinking, casual sex and hangovers. (Inspired by my self-destructive days at university) |
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Sorry I CameA Story by Tony ConaghanA short story that may or may not be included in my future writing. A true account of what happened on a work related trip to Grimsby. Do not be read .. |
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Paper DollA Poem by Luciai'm not actually married it's a metaphor |
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ValueA Poem by XMorris91Take my hand and you will see The beauty of you reflected from me Shall we take this journey and connect the dots The connection where we share o.. |
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UncleanA Poem by biggerthenuUltimately stuck in this three dimensional Web full of dust and dead stuff Unclean is me Entangle in this cobweb.. |
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Fructus Est ScientiaA Poem by CeeTruthConcerning the perception of the origin of ignorance and error (sin). What is at the root of all things? |
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A small fantasyA Poem by Alexs SensationsSex. Control. Dominant/Sub. BDSM. |
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Sexual ReflectionA Poem by Alexs SensationsSex. Threesome. Poem about sex. This happened, it was fun. |
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Sandpaper Tears Corrode The FilmA Book by Darcy BoydMaurice Papandrea is a former child star, born immediately into a world of wealth. His father, Marco, is a morally corrupt lawyer. His mother, Monica,.. |
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