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Falling in love is like a river,It starts small,And ends big.People will try to cross your love,Like bridges crossing a river.Sometimes, love makes it..
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From the sky a single drop,Makes it from the unknown.Splashes into a puddle.That becomes a trickle,That becomes a stream,That joins a tributary in con..
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A raven,Cool and slick and calm.Sits in the cage in his heart.Trapped among his ribs,it struggles,for a breath.Like so many ofus struggle as well.A ni..
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Even though some might think it, solitude is not that great.
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Her baby blue flowers quiver, shiver, shake;In the wind. Soon you forget her.She is not, a forget-me-not.
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The flames devour, smoke billows, wood falls.The nearby garden fence,Looks tense.
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Saying farewell is always difficult,Saying good bye is hard.Because:You don't know if you'll ever be together again,Laugh together again.Share noodles..
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The mud squelches beneath my bare feet.Rain splatters the river in front of me.Rippling, shivering, slithering;The river winds its way into the countr..
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How humanity is destroying the earth.
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An ode to my best friend, whose cat has to have surgery to remove his eye, to cheer her up.
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