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Wasted on the AftershockA Poem by SophiaKathleenSometimes I think words are wasted on the aftershock. The feeling of rage...it’s powerful. Runs through your body like weapons, and lord knows y.. |
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Mirror MirrorA Poem by caseymichelle31It's simple but I think it's effective. |
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How to choose a pest-control company to remove bed..A Story by Arnold KotakBedbugs are frequently found in the cities, which are near to the sea or where there is moisture in the atmosphere all round the year. |
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DrownA Poem by FlamingPhoenix...in shackles... |
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Earning one anotherA Story by M. Patrick WatsonA fetishist erotic short |
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A Question.A Poem by rachControl. My need for absolute control, controls me, isn’t that ironic? If I cannot control my surroundi.. |
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PantoumA Poem by Gaia OctaviaI kick and I scream I shout to the wind Wanting the best for you The choices aren’t mine I shout to the wind It sh.. |
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The 3 Minute EggA Story by Earl SchumackerBreakfast with the Towers |
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This Is Where The Game ChangesA Poem by YarunikaEver get that feeling where you wanna overthrow some form of corrupt power? I do. |
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TortureA Poem by YarunikaWhen did it become okay,For you to torture me in this way?I do not remember giving permission,Or my word to keep quiet,Not that I would be listened to.. |
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Words of WisdomA Poem by gabiaimeeYou are not your mental state.At first, anyways.It does not control you.Unless you let it and want it to.You can end it now.By taking medication or my.. |
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Nothing MineA Poem by Cari Lynn Vaughnlost in a haze of forgetfulness |
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ObsessionsA Poem by Haley WilsonIt's constantly there.Glaring in my mind like a picture I could never forget.With every second ticking by on the clock, it just becomes stronger and m.. |
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Let it be.A Poem by Mitchell SpratlinDaydreaming. |
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Amour-propreA Story by blackbirdMothers instinctively want to continue to nurture their child after they have left her womb. The bond that has been formed between mother and child in.. |
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Stay together. Learn the flowers. Go light.A Poem by Robert Ronnow1At peace perhaps too mucha fine Spring rainwe seek news from the desert or capitolof those who have dedicated their lives to losing their lives for u.. |
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