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sundayA Poem by nathanSundays make you humanthere standing behind the counteryour smiles come spontaneouslylike new thoughts.Hair slightly dishevelled,white faded t-shirt w.. |
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Dear Diary, 2015A Story by Blank_CanvasStory written from the view of Meg (an earth person) and Rivers (a sea person) |
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August 2017A Poem by Megan Lynn TocciBecause weakness is ruin and good girls don’t rage. |
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January 2018A Poem by Megan Lynn TocciThe difference between poets and philosophers is this. |
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10 January 2018A Poem by Megan Lynn TocciIn this time of rebirth and reflection there are anecdotes amidst growth. |
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27 September 2017A Poem by Megan Lynn TocciSeptember comes with lazy heat and golden leaves. |
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Pipe TobaccoA Poem by Megan Lynn TocciI only remember that it was winter, and that my heartbeats slowed to match the steady hum of an engine that was older than me. |
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19 April 2015A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci2:38 a.m. |
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ColoradoA Poem by Megan Lynn TocciShadows fall across an old rail-yard. |
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9 March 2018A Poem by Megan Lynn TocciGraduation is fast approaching. |
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Sunday PaperA Poem by Megan Lynn TocciWe’re out of sugar again. |
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Generation YA Poem by Megan Lynn TocciSome of us look for thrills. We start our hearts with black-box pills. |
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Lost GenerationA Poem by Megan Lynn TocciWe fall asleep to the white-noise of gunshots on screens. |
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4 November 2015A Poem by Megan Lynn TocciMaybe it’s not. |
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10:00pm TrainA Poem by Megan Lynn TocciMaybe I can keep myself ignited too. |
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