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SHE ALWAYS SPOKE.A Poem by Terry CollettA WOMAN AND HER WOES. |
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bedaubA Chapter by freelancejoustercrass red blushwipes across my faceand it's clay that stays upon it,i came here for a reason,but, i see that i've been confusing myselfwith someone el.. |
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three. mornings.A Chapter by freelancejousteri slept furtively,but awake to himclimbing in beside me.a kiss to my neck,and an arm around my waist,as he murmurs a good morning,and pulls me closer... |
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chasing trainsA Poem by freelancejousterthis isn't one of your stories,darling,a train won't stopif i run after it,public transportationdoesn't abide by anyone'srules but its own.though,i kn.. |
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dirty princess deedsA Poem by freelancejousteryour glitter is boiling downto liquid plastic,and you're trying to swim,again,in that vat of acid.tell me something,dear, could you,please?what does i.. |
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plastic ashesA Poem by freelancejousteryour glitter is boiling downto liquid plastic,and you're trying to swim,again,in that vat of acidic splendorand curdled promises.congealing with age,t.. |
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glasses change everythingA Poem by freelancejousterfuzzy hope and fluffy animalsmate and multiply and promise a springconsisting dirt and not mud.pink flowers instead of dandelions,and bird song instea.. |
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and you should add your pause, there.A Poem by freelancejousteri'm quite certain i could talk circles around you,babbling about him getting better -- there's nothingaround that would make this conversationfruitful.. |
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taradiddleA Chapter by freelancejousterprattle along now,don't swallow your tongue,too long it isfor your large mouth,anyways.it would get lost inside,and you look beautifulas you move,void.. |
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The Last Thoughts of a Star-Crossed LoverA Story by Daniel AtkinsonA man's final thoughts before he and his wife are murdered. Set in the Wild West. |
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InspiredA Poem by MurtuzaSometimes inspiration comes from somewhere much closer than you would expect. |
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if there were words for this, you'd speak themA Poem by freelancejousterbroken braille wordstap tap tapped into the concreteas the victimthinks of how heused to know morse code.didn't you know my mother,once upon a time?th.. |
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this isn't about Benjamin FranklinA Poem by freelancejousterit's raining but it's not rainingand i shant believe it's rainingfor i was going to fly a kiteand i'm not allowed to in the rain.so even though it's r.. |
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and we're pretending that i'm not crying out for h..A Poem by freelancejoustermy nose is bleeding,so high in the air,and i'd say you're the reason.you told me i was something,but i was just pretending.i pretend all the time...i .. |
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lost is the new foundA Poem by freelancejousterstand tall among the lines of the lostand gaze upon a glowing deityof humanproportions.heaven-sent preacherwith a silver voice,trades your childrenfor.. |
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stationary wanderingA Poem by freelancejousterthey ask me what i'm waiting forand the surprise that registers in their eyes,when they realize that i have no ideais kind of frightening.widening cir.. |
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disintegrating hopeA Poem by freelancejoustergame shows and trivia shows blare on, relentlessly, in my quest for more knowledge and outsmarting Watson someday. i sit there, or lay there, in front.. |
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foundA Poem by freelancejoustera coughand i'll turn,and i'll knock myself overwith my own surpriseupon seeing the slope of your shoulder,against the door frame,propping it open,like.. |
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wordlessA Poem by freelancejousterare you alright in there?they're knocking on my craniumagain,and it's not like i can't hear them,but i'll ignore them,still.i should probably answer s.. |
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Searching for the Shores of Your FaceA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..Even if I were drowning in all the perplexity from my own pores.......... |
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