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He wanted to love youA Poem by TylerShe couldn't save him |
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House of cardsA Poem by Tyler13 reasons |
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NowhereA Book by NowhereMan... |
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Silent WorldA Poem by sweetspicedgherkinsSilent worldOf no wordsNo emotions to be feltTrapped withinA little girl liesNot hearing the songsOf the birds that singNo life to be seenBut only dar.. |
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Dead to MeA Poem by ArriannaThis is about a friend that I lost. |
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Dream JournalA Book by NatashaNightmares are my life. |
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In a World of Dust and MemoryA Chapter by S. D. ForogarIn a world of dust and memory . . . |
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Indigo, Left, ShatteredA Chapter by S. D. ForogarMemory and Purpose are intertwined, infinitely feeding one another like the Ouroboros. Lose one, and you will cripple the other. Lose both, and you wi.. |
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Blackbird, Descended, SingerA Chapter by S. D. ForogarBlackbirdand sparrow tweet at each other between trees, branches all to themselves. Ellie eyes their greed, their lives lived as if expecting that the.. |
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Past, FutureA Chapter by S. D. ForogarBut were they my memories, or were they hers? Or, were they anybody's? |
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Flowers in her hairA Poem by WillaDanversI was going to make this poem about me, but I got side tracked. So it's half reality, half fiction. Kind of fitting for this poem. |
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The Fire InsideA Poem by RacialRainbowThis is poem is a little different than my others. It's starts and ends as a story, to understand just read. lol |
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A Box of ChocolatesA Poem by nspoetryI bought her a box of chocolates.Not for the sake of showing her just how much I love her.She already knew that.Nor was it for a gift in return.For sh.. |
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Deadly LullabyA Poem by CierraHush now my baby It’s time to go to sleep. Dream of lands unknown to man, And forever be in peace. If this world has done you wr.. |
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Dead Men Tell No TalesA Poem by KinseyRotting in the ground, sitting there for an enterity. No movement no sound. Rats chew on the bones. No casket. This body a vessel that used to hold a .. |
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In My H..A Poem by angelAbout your body and things you will find. Some may be real and others are fantasy. You never know what is in your head. |
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Clean handsA Poem by z.chériWe are strong on our own. |
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