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I'll miss you, like I knew I wouldA Poem by Clara Kevieit's just endedlike we knew it would.It's just ended.for how long it couldkeep going,no one knows,but we knew it would end.and so it has,like we knew .. |
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Untitled, A Man With A Lost HomeA Story by ÇeviriThe familiarity of how the world falls. |
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I Miss YouA Poem by s_r_j_littleSeptember 22, 2014 |
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Ice Cream...A Poem by AmelaFor a good friend of mine |
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Embers FadingA Poem by i.am.the.sun.I was trying to remember a song I heard all day, then when I looked it up I found I was nowhere near the original, and was left with a new song. |
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Game of FateA Story by Mitali ShahLife is all about twists and turns |
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EntrapA Poem by Jane DoeIt looks like one of the things you can never get in life. Like a trip to Venus except that venus is a human this time...a beautiful human. |
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far away friendA Poem by klawritesLike takes you to different places but the important stuff will stay. |
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Frosted overA Poem by RoyRogersThe past |
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I saw youA Poem by G.DI saw the truth; You told so many lies. I saw you laugh, You watched me cry. I saw you leave, Yo.. |
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The distance burnsA Poem by daninstockholmSometimes the distance overwhelms The pen doesn't satisfy A rose in a message has no scent And a hollow touch but feeds the need |
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Once on the West, Once on the EastA Story by Cris RoleyThese things are in my mind at the moment. I am on the outskirts of Los Angeles sitting in a round booth and I a.. |
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LOST HANKERCHIEF 1964A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN HER MOTHER'S KITCHEN 1964. |
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YouA Poem by daninstockholmYou No matter where I go you’re there No matter whose face I see it’s yours Or a part of you or a resemblance Or a wish t.. |
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GirlhoodA Poem by TheWordWreckerMy sister and I would lie in the son. We freckled instead of tanned With blotchy elbows and knees, And mudd.. |
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Passing TimeA Poem by Cris RoleyThe things I do to pass the time When I don’t have you right by my side I smoke I drink I try to writ.. |
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The Rain In HampshireA Poem by AnnaThe rain is softest back home,on the warm fire lit houses of Hampshire.I am told that it falls when I miss it most,but here in Italy, I cannot be sure.. |
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