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His hand felt warm against my cold arm. The warmth comforted me and left me longing for more. I huddled my body against his just to keep warm in the..
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At the house Liam and I shared, I was laying on the couch recovering from my wound. We managed to salvage a place slightly in the middle of the wood..
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I felt a little cooler than I was before, but I was still hot. Liam took my temperature again after a half hour and it was down to 104.5, not as low..
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Haunted, it's just a word.
Ghosts, they're just a thing.
Death is just a state of being,
Like living just a bit more freeing.
Beauty, it's jus..
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I know the title is stupid but give it a chance, please.
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This isn't really a poem, but it's the closest thing.
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for a contest
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The sun beat down heavily upon my neck. I could feel as it started to pink my flesh.
I found a shady tree that was in the middle of a big meadow. ..
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The Darkness beckons to me with a desire to comsume me. I am tempted by it, to lead a life of solitude, escape this world of lies.
There is but on..
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