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Marie: The Story Of An Abused ChildA Book by HorseQueenMarie McAdams has been horribly abused her whole life. When she´s 12 someone finally realizes that something is wrong and is willing to help her.. |
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Nocturnal TransgressionsA Poem by Adam M. SnowMy nocturnal transgressions upon the hour; I seek the truth, my lips are sour. I humble again, what is becoming, A nightly whimper my flesh succumb.. |
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Night of YoreA Poem by Adam M. SnowSpeak softly so my heart can hear, Of your voice and make it clear. I don't have time to bicker and sing, But o'er thy voice, a bell dost ring. |
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The Birth of SpringA Poem by Adam M. SnowA birth of Spring brings flowers bloom, A beauty that reigns from nature's womb; Bringing forth a new day of yore; A beauty that reigns forevermore.. |
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The Sunlight DaughterA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe single spring allotted her expires, Like the sun at dusk inspires; And though she knows not a reason, She awaits the sun by season. |
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Death of a DreamerA Poem by Adam M. SnowWoe is I that death dost follow. Is I to die by hands of sorrow. |
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Given the ChoiceA Poem by LowesyThe beginning is just; the beginning is right, the constant wailing and constant fight. To discuss the discourse of freedom’s first l.. |
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God-StepsA Poem by Beatrice MarsWith your gun, But like a child, You’ve taken your first Teeny tiny God-steps. Just one bullet here, Just one body there, .. |
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My Mind is a White CanvasA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe silence mellowed out the loudest noise conceived, And I wonder all that I've deceived. I dreamt all that I could dream up till now; My mind dra.. |
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My Soon Forgotten MemoryA Poem by Adam M. SnowMemories gone and left me astray, Alone without a thought, I wish it to stay. It's all I had in this once peaceful time; My memories and dreams, my.. |
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The Devoured, The ForsakenA Poem by BLBrownI was inspired by this picture of child in The Congo, on the side of the road, alone, trying to eat the dry flour that had spilled onto a dirt road. .. |
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All of meA Poem by BuniheartThe thing that tears me the most, Is realizing That all those memories, I hold ever so closely, Will be completely destroyed... When I set foot i.. |
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