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Skin Tight.A Poem by KristinI'm afraidOf livingIn my own skin.The air around meIs free,but the air inside meIs so tight.With skin as frail has mineI could only hope to break outW.. |
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Black and BlueA Poem by KristinHis hands were painted black and blue since birthAnd he run them over your skinAnd touched your lipsAnd held your handsAnd held you while you slept.He.. |
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WorldlyA Poem by KristinIt is not the brightnessOf the sunNor is it the lightOf the roomThat makes the flowers bloomMakes my skin so warmIt is not the cold of the iceNor the .. |
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Dead ParadiseA Book by Dillon McFarlaneSix friends, Alice, Sarah, Abby, Matt, Derek and Mike go on a holiday of a lifetime to the Maldives but are shocked when they discover that the island.. |
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Stale SightsA Poem by Hazy SightsShort poem |
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Abandoned BonesA Poem by amandah91My skin is blue and icy cold.You have me locked away.I know if I try something boldThere will be Hell to pay.I've been in here for far too long,The pi.. |
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paradox.A Poem by Patricia Williamsi am made of skin and bones and stardust fear and beauty and passion confusion hatred love paradox. |
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Bones of FeathersA Poem by Isabelle GraceI am paperwhite, a delicate bird, thrashing and ensnared. Paperwhite, and bones of feathers; light and airy. I fly, .. |
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FriendsA Story by Fetish EwingA psychosomatic response is one in which the subject's mental state determines their physical health. To which lengths can this phenomenon manifest? |
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Crow Fly-Over NightA Poem by David Lewis PagetBring all the kids on home from school And gather the pets in tight, Send out and warn the village fool For it’s Crow Fly-Over .. |
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The Scientific Way To Do MathematicsA Poem by Robert RonnowAs air and leaf litter are substrate for the bird.And what makes a human. Separation from the substrate.Believing the substrate and the subject are se.. |
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This looks like jump to meA Poem by Robert RonnowYou are a cockroachyou are a big cockroach crawling up a pegboardthe kitchen light suddenly shinesand you must get through to the other sidebut testin.. |
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MeditationA Poem by Robert RonnowThere is no religion in meditationbut it's worth visiting with your mindin the morning. What will you find?Equally, think about the moose and nation.C.. |
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