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p Peep in the PastA Chapter by Djourrisse Applebyhttp://www.wattpad.com/35489147-sis-behave-p-peep-in-the-pastMiska was playing someplace near while her parents talked to people from the school. She .. |
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1 The SisterA Chapter by Djourrisse ApplebyAktong tatalikod na si Hendry ng niyakap siya ni Miska. "If you're not my brother---""Then I couuld have been one of the boys you've played with."See .. |
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3. poor puppiesA Chapter by Jordan Williamsanother song for my friend to sing in her band |
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Fast & SlowA Poem by Florellemore about me |
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Time is TickingA Poem by AFA poem I felt like sharing... |
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SlowA Poem by ShaeCome up slow. Drag your palms along my back, brief the touch, the bed is made. This is real for me, so be sure and present. Here's what I have for you.. |
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AflameA Poem by Michelle N. H.I feel it crawling by the spine Something of mine, of yours I cannot hold And I try to taste it In my mouth But my tongue Is.. |
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Forever freezeA Poem by LimitalityGive me pleasure, give me pain, whatever the measure; I have nothing to lose, everything to gain. I want to feel your body pressed against mine... |
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RevelationA Poem by ScrayVyleSomething I wrote when I was laying in bed, contemplating life. I was a bit upset. |
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quick mudA Chapter by Lyn AndersonOn reading Noel's poem Time -- thanks for the inspiration. |
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Every life is a river.A Poem by sherni"All rivers flow to the sea." I don't even know if that's an accepted truth, but let's look at the idea of it. Compare your life to that of a river. D.. |
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To Fail WellA Poem by Robert RonnowFowl meadow grass �"-- Glyceria striata -- �"the striationson the lemma. Drooping rachisa weeping willow of a grass.Recurring .. |
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A Slow DeathA Story by Georgia C-D------------------------------------------- |
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Dilute.A Poem by ayejodieThrown into a tinted pool. Another colour added to the mix. So tiny, I didn't even leave a ripple. -So irrelevant, I made no change. Like an orang.. |
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SlowA Poem by bittersweetrazorkissesYour indifference - your cold, silent treatmentIs poison in my veins and a knife at my throatA slow, painful, bittersweet death |
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Path of ShadesA Poem by OctaviousThis is a slow kind of song. |
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