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It was quite the spectacle, really.How they smiled involuntarilyat the sound of his voice.At night he would creep round the door,without creaking the ..
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When time slows down.When the voices of doubt silence.When each touch sinks deeper,Each gaze lingers longer,Each flick, each bite is sweeter.Each hear..
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This is a poem from a collection I am putting together. This is more like the style I write in, the majority of the time.
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Trying to run on waterIn patent black heels,And a grey flowy dressTrying to impress.Trying to run on waterIn worn out jeans,And a tight fitted topAnd ..
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Desire captured my mind.My eyes hungared for their colour.Come to me. Go on. I dare you.I dare me. To containDont Make Me!I plant a crack on your face..
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She wishes she could see the blades of grass dancing in the music of mother nature.She wishes she could see a man's expression as he holds his new bor..
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She was handmade.Crafted with the most delicate hands.Soft. Gentle.She sat and watched as they laughed at photos,Cried at videos.As they fought and ba..
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There comes a time, when your thoughts so dearBecome the things you choose to fear.It's nothing surely, it's non existent.'I am nothing,' she says, ''..
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