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One of my mini poems from a collection I had to do.
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Between you and me,
There are a few things I refuse to see.
Such as the weight I slowly gain,
To those on
the streets who look at me with pa..
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A short piece
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A childhood memory,
An adult reality.
One uncertain fate held at the petals,
Do you love
me or do you not?
Fingers prick petals from ..
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The bar wasn’t at its usual hustle and
bustle. Many seats were empty and the taps leaked more beer than what was being
poured. “Mary&rsq..
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*An allegory of teen suicides* -Brand new!
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The song seemed to be but an echo of the long
forgotten unknown. The hallow, unknowing voices of mocking children
bouncing off the walls and resound..
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Tragedy. That was the first thought that came
to mind as a team of soldiers trudged through the destruction. There were no
paved roads, just dirt fl..
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They were rushed out of the holding. They were a group of five, just as there had always been. The Choosers, as they are called, pick a group of five ..
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I thought I was the last one left...
I thought we were being punished, everyone, for pushing the boundaries beyond
this world's limit. I though..
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