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I Was Chasing the ButterflyA Poem by Lillian Kirsch"Do you think dreams grow weary too?" |
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Pet bodyA Poem by snailMourning and resignation. I did not want to grow up, change size, or participate in the dread of human affairs. |
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The Rain Of The Merry Go RoundA Poem by Red Pill CoyoteI found out something today that sent a torpedo to my soul.. Some say George Lucas ruined their childhood.. Mine is something else... |
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Broken ToyA Poem by Ash RxA simple stream of consciousness porm I wrote while overcoming personal struggles Very blunt stream of consciousness Possibly only of significance to .. |
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I'm Sorry, April SmithA Story by moonlit_coveIf I had a time machine, I'd go back to the Spring of 1985 and redo this one pivotal event. |
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Return to meA Poem by Tena LuvsAs an adult there is no denying that we all escape back to those moments of our childhood that made us happiest most |
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Broken DollA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellFamily is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it’s the place where we find the deepest heartache. |
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Innocent MischiefA Story by Scott AndrewsThe day I graduated I was excited and full of hope. Four years of my life at the Devil's School for Innocent Mischief had finally come to a close and .. |
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THE MAN AT FLETCHER’S CROSSA Story by Peter Rogersona simple lesson simpy learned |
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White painted wallsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Between your white painted walls I stand in a corner and I look for the little cracks where there used to be something once we used to .. |
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A lamb in a family of teethA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..A lamb in a family of teeth will spin wool into claws. Running only leads the way into the black; domain of yellow eyes. The distance.. |
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Even your gaze burnsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..When eyes only mean to caress, but hands can't contain their strength, even your gaze burns. I can no longer return to before I was f.. |
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When The House Burns DownA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellOur lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr. |
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SammyA Story by Sydorax_SquidSammy is a boy with red-orange wings, but he doesn’t let that slow him down. |
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SimplicityA Poem by H L RoseI don’t remember simplicity. Nothing seemed simple. What happened to my memories? I don’t long for them. My minds.. |
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