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Your haunting face shall not leave my mind
Your touch still lingers, although you’ve been left behind
I see your blue eyes, every time I c..
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I know this poem might not make much sense, but this is a poem i wrote after a very scary moment a dream I had of a friend who has always loved me, an..
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I'm writing this with my friend David, we switch chapters we wrote, I wrote this one:)
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“I have a project I’d like you to work on,” Bickford told
Nadette, tapping his wrinkled fingers against his cane. She furrowed ..
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Nadette Franchot has lived her whole life in the Shelter. Iason Brayor has lived his whole life hiding. When the two join together in an epic journey ..
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This is a poem I wrote a while back, I've posted this on another website too:)
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I've posted this poem on multiple websites, its one of my favorite poems ive written
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I’m running.
But he is following.
I’m hiding.
But he will always find me.
I’m bruising.
But he doesn’t care.
I&rsquo..
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I write these in really small pieces. Each post is not one chapter:)
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I sit with my feet forward, my backpack smashed against my chest. The room is the same as usual. Mr. Finnly isn't one to keep things switching, unorga..
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