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I sulkAs I try to swallow the bitter taste ofThe nausea that breathes over me.I want to dieFor I alone can't bear the tasteof the vomit that contains ..
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A sweet icy scent emerged from his lips escaping the true nature of his mind: Sex. As his heavy breath drew nearer to her she feared much of what woul..
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He and His are characters of the poem. Those are their names. His is one character's name whilst He is another.
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Why must I feel this way?Like he has some kind of control over me.The feeling of being pulled by a thread,Knocks at my doorAnd asks to come in.I run i..
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