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Dead Poets & Terminal RebelsA Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganAnother election. Democracy is weeping. History is bleeding into life. The future is screaming. Dead poets live on in terminal young rebels. It may.. |
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Soul Gathering (Decoded)A Chapter by Rory CJ Frankson#2 The stream of Prose from Ro, PoppySilver follow. The chase blendings flow. |
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I'm Not Dead YetA Story by lrigDI'm not dead yet - I can handle conversations. |
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The Selfish Love of MineA Poem by Last-Surviving-Messor;In English we had to write about the value of life, and almost having lost my dad quite a few times, I decided to write about him. |
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Charles St. TerminalA Poem by Naomi BloomInspired by a woman that I encountered at my local bus terminal. |
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Terminal: DenialA Poem by LDstillThe first in a series of poems I've written from the point of view of a man in hospice care. |
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Day 2: Mahabalipuram.A Chapter by thepurpleirisesThe second day of the trip involves sightseeing in Mahabalipuram and catching a flight for Delhi from Chennai. |
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The Last CurtainA Poem by exotic flotsamA 5-7-5 senyru poem about the closing moments before nuclear annihilation. |
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The Invasive Maneuver of Reading BooksA Poem by kera moondustI read a book about cancer patients and couldn't help but think of you... I'm sorry. |
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A Poem For The Sick BeingsA Poem by The Caged AngelA poem about terminal illness. How does one fall in love chained to their grave? |
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A Broken PromiseA Chapter by Amelia Maywrote this for a friend who is currently hospitalized due to a terminal illness. |
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CHAPTER TWELVE - GRANNY FROST'S DEMISEA Chapter by Peter RogersonOne of Bernard's more painful memories is replayed for him. |
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The Eulogy of Alice HayesA Story by GwenLarkA man says goodbye to his wife. |
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GREYHOUND BUS UNBOUNDA Poem by anthony blakeGOING NO WHERE |
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Being TerminalA Poem by OnlymeBeing Terminal really puts life into perspective when it hits you in the face.I guess you must go from shock, horror,devastation and upset. To be angr.. |
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I BEAR THE GREYHOUND BUS MARKA Poem by anthony blakeGreyhound being my mission |
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Not dead Yet!A Poem by OnlymeThe terminal ill souldoes not want pity or your apologies at howsick they have become.They want dignity, respectand love with compansionand honesty he.. |
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