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Hello. My name is Marv. Or maybe it was Jack. Let's go with Marv, because I really like the letter M. Anyway, I live in a fish tank and my best frie..
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It was all very beautiful, of course. The clouds hung low over the acres upon acres of farmland and the beautiful Gothic mansion, as though trying to ..
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a poem based off of the painting, In Summer House (look it up!) , that I did for my creative writing class.
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a poem about a cloud :) (creative writing class assignment)
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In a wide, empty black field
Trying to forget you care.
My muscles are weak,
and my limbs start to shake.
I forget how to breathe,
Throwing my me..
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Whistling wind rustles the grass,
freshly green and newly sprouted from the dirt.
Spring dawns
bright
and flowers
abound.
A bouquet of vinc..
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Sitting at this table thinking,
You won't come back, you're far from here.
Far from telling jokes
to the children, tying their shoes
and watchin..
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Your shorts are too big for you,
You have scabs on your knees.
I can count the ribs under your bare, brown chest.
Dirty black hair and dark, hopele..
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un poema escrito en espanol :) a poem written in spanish. my second one, i lost the first one when writer's cafe died :(
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Describes overcoming nervousness and fear.
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