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I'd die for youA Poem by Woodycan't find a thing to say. sorry |
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A BodyA Poem by AZanArtistA body that is just a body. |
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Dying ExchangeA Story by Beth ShadeAn exchange between two survivors in an unknown place. |
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DyingA Poem by JohannaSo this is a song.. just haven´t decided fully on the melody yet It might not work as a concept.. but had to give it a try :) |
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I Miss the RainA Poem by Johannes FahrionI Miss the RainI don’t want to burn. I don’t want to live. I don’t want to try. I don’t want to give. I don&rs.. |
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Born AgainA Poem by Robert RonnowIf, as they say, the cellsof the body are replaced every sevenyears, then I'm a new beingsince my sons were newborn.I have died and been rebornneither.. |
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A Message to FrankA Story by Vega AltairA robot helps Frank to realize. |
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Dead FlowersA Poem by Matheus NogueiraA man loses his wife and recite this on her grave |
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An Ode To An Old FriendA Poem by AnnaGood morning, my friend,and come with me to watch the sun rise in the darkening sky.The night was long, and how have you been?I want to show you the m.. |
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Love or HateA Story by Rajat malikI sent this story for a contest which was arranged by 'Times Of India'. I hope this one have a Moral in the end. |
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Laughing out softlyA Poem by SleeplessVolcano"laugh and the world laughs with you; cry and you cry alone" |
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Too old to die youngA Poem by JohannaI got inspired by a few words in a song. |
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HistoryA Poem by JohannaI wrote this in class today.. I love history and lit, it never stops suprising me. |
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the still nightA Poem by Wannabewriter16my life |
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The Dead ShatterA Poem by AnnaWake me, wake me!Grating and scratching against the metal,somewhere in the darkness I have heard it.Down the spiral stairs of endless shut doors,I am .. |
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Depression is winningA Poem by destinyleighDepression is winning. Sometimes I just get so sad, I stare at a blank wall and zone out.. It doesn't matter what you could say to me, because in t.. |
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AdvancementA Poem by Glenn Scottat last years convention,it wasconcluded that onemight not be enough.upgrading was naturalwhy not.It was clean and chromewhere was the clicking?The ge.. |
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Ballad Of The SleepersA Poem by AnnaCurly haired, kindly smiles,pipe smoke and wandering eyes.To venture upon such a sight,he sought not after gold nor whys.Tangled, but not forever so l.. |
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