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The bench was quite inconspicuous with its chipped paint and
creaky wood. It practically promised that if you sat on it you could
enjoy your bro..
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Silent tears slide down my faceNo one there to embraceAlone in the darkness, I cry outNo one hears my screams and shoutsThese silent tears cannot be h..
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My sun, my lightYour eyes so warmMelting the ice within my soulThought of you all I knowYour touch, your loveComplete tendernessEvery breath, every sm..
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Just felt a little silly and am giving poetry a try today...
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Drunk with passion, wild and freeA young song with a harmony so absurdYour nude body a sculpture in my mindA gentle touch that will never breakAll pai..
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Falling, fallingSlowly out of reachInto a deep, dark sleepAway from your chaotic screamsInside myself so I cannot seeThe pain and heartacheThat lies w..
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From a contest, starting the story with...
"She/He was there, standing in the doorframe, scars and new cuts covered his body, he glared at me..."
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His eyes fluttered open, glazed over and burning from days of sleep. How long had it been? Six days, the answer immediately came to him. Yes, it had t..
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Michael Kisslinger paced the pews of the large Romanian Monastery Church. His blue eyes became moist with tears and he ran his fingers through his lon..
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