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who am i? (pt. i)A Poem by Hayateam i the laughter of the people that i am lucky to call my friends? the small family that i meet at school and through other people, am i the people w.. |
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Love IsA Poem by SamanthaGalliLove is adventure Love is laughing during sex for a good two minutes and then resuming Love is driving somewhere at three in the mor.. |
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the unfortunates of himA Poem by Renad.M.Mi taught youhow to loveyou taught mehow to smokethe gentle touch you placethe soft inhale you takethe curve of your lips as you blowwhile the knot in .. |
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Road KillA Poem by Ashlyn OliviaDrive Safetly |
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Shut DownA Poem by Ashlyn OliviaHow I feel, just sitting in the living room with my roommates |
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This Is Not About YouA Poem by t.m.I hate you. Except, maybe I don't. |
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Follow YouA Poem by Ashlyn OliviaJust tell me where you have to goBaby, I will follow you homeYou can grip the wheelDo your own thingBaby, I will follow you homeBass heavyLet the vibe.. |
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Acid EaterA Story by KlepA trip inside the mind of a teenage blotter gobbler. |
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the smell of camelsA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonhe smells like foster's and cheap cigarettes but he doesn't seem to mind asthey surround him like a thick jacket on a june afternoon andhe laughs but .. |
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BalconyA Poem by Elizabeth J. GelingerAbout useless waits. |
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NightlifeA Poem by Jeremy MifsudAn unexpected perspective, a real experience, of nightclubs. It is not reflective upon the events or lifestyle of clubbers or nightclubs, but a self-r.. |
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New OpinionsA Poem by Lyon BraveThis is poem is offensive, but it just an art form so relax. It was written due to a poetry prompt. |
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The Curve of Wild LightA Story by Sarah RoehrigThis story takes place in a small rural community in West Virginia and follows a young girl who is overtaken by depression in the face of her denial. .. |
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AngelicA Poem by AustinDanielSmithYears went by,He still pondered as to why he never said,"I love you",Still plagued by never saying the goddamn words,He see's,She's successful now.Her.. |
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Maybe One DayA Poem by AustinDanielSmithI was at a flea market the other dayI saw an old .4475 dollars, the price tag readI looked in my walletAnd only had a 20 dollar billI thought,"I'm too.. |
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~ saving your life ~A Poem by SenuraWhere I lay bare my saving grace and killing fields |
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