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hungry bonesA Poem by Vria P CrowBones clench underneath her..." |
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Daddy Hurt MeA Poem by Adriann HTRIGGER WARNING, don't read this is you think it would upset you. It honestly doesn't make much sense but it could still be potentially upsetting |
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Harley QuinnA Poem by AcromantulaJust a poem |
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GaslightA Poem by HelenaGaslight A gaslight's hazy beam flickers though the thick pea fog of London grim gray shadows dance on cobbled streets moon yet.. |
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CHAPTER 1A Chapter by Blanche C. KingI remember my last day at St. Margaret’s. It had been snowing, as it did every winter in Ashford, Pennsylvania. The roads disappeared under blan.. |
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Microstory 158: Ceres ConcordiaA Story by Nick FishermanThis is an experimental Bellevue Profile microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 101. More to follow. |
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BonesA Poem by AnnaThere are shreds of my skin,that just float away from here.Pulling pieces of me to the sky,until there is nothing left of me,but my raw bones at eveni.. |
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untitledA Poem by DiggieI can feel the lines that hold my skin. I can feel the sin within my bones. I want to feel it again, I want to call myself cured. |
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Madd Maxx: The Tale of The Lady In BonesA Story by Colton WarrThe second installment in the Madd Maxx series. Happy Halloween, my friends. |
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Our GolgothaA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Edgar Allan Poe |
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Cage of SolitudeA Poem by Skylah GinetteThe songbird croons A melancholy tune From her cage of bones. She sings for the skulls Festering at her feet, Leaving her alone- Alon.. |
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Not a WordA Story by SerifOSAD - 2 cats learn it's bad to rush into things |
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From Love's ShoreA Poem by Alfred Kukitzlike old times |
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BonesA Poem by ThePhoenixWritershort love poem, posted i on instagram while back thought id post it here |
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Skeletons SkinnedA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereIt is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream. Edgar Allan P.. |
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Whispering WallsA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe place was a crumbling ruin,It sat on the top of a hill,If we hadn’t been travelling tired that dayWe may have been travelling still,But you .. |
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