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Lying alone in a queen sized bedA Poem by aoacampbellLying alone in a queen sized bed,the sheets stained by your perfumeare perfect shadows of the nights we wishedwould never become mornings. |
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Life without melancholyA Poem by aoacampbellLife without melancholyis sitting on the east coast. The smell of saltwater, and being too far from home to call or to plead for re.. |
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2A Chapter by MyOtherLife47The begining |
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Chapter FourA Chapter by WrittingBudsWhen I opened my eyes, I saw that Patrick was gone and that Sarah was asleep, with her head on my shoulder. That was so weird. It made me remember .. |
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Beautiful GirlsA Poem by Tena Luvsdedicated to all the beautiful girls, |
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Odd Fate; Chapter 2 - Cleaning Up A MessA Story by ~L.A.Jason was now sitting on the couch that resides in the living room of my apartment. He was now dressed in clothing that my roommate thrown about in hi.. |
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QuestA Poem by DGLBroodThe quest has ended It’s all over now But the wounds haven’t healed In fact, getting worse somehow Dragons have been vanquished But w.. |
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Time with Mr. ZA Story by Shirlenafiction...kinda |
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A Month of LongingA Poem by Eternal PoetMarch. The earth slowly thaws. Murmuring ice and the scent of rich soil, engulfs fragile hillsides. Seagulls quietly circle lonely shorelines i.. |
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Glossy Residues of YouthA Poem by Eternal PoetMy luminous world, adheres to mystic twilight. Prisms ignite and arc across the indigo firmament. Shattered are the glossy residues of youth. Th.. |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by SusieMy seventeen year old self tasted the slightly chlorinated body in the atmosphere and breathed in the chemical. It was a perfect summer evening, and I.. |
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Spring with MotherA Poem by MsJewel~ memories ~ |
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PrettyA Poem by AmandaSometimes I wish I was pretty And sometimes I don’t Would you think I’m pretty? You probably won’t But I have a good sense of .. |
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NoticeA Poem by AmandaI don't think I had ever really looked at him Until the first time I took notice Of the curve of his lips And the way his hair fell into his eyes .. |
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Sleep ScheduleA Poem by AmandaLate at night when I know you're sleepingAnd laying in bedI imagine I am with youLaying head to headI fantasize about how your breathingIs slightly of.. |
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