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ThenA Poem by Gaia OctaviaThe stars all hold their tongue when you ask me your question, yet over all my desperate pleas, I vomit my confession But in this moment now, m.. |
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MemoryA Poem by Gaia OctaviaThere is a still- a moment embedded within- heavy in my heart and tattooed on my skin |
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Too SoonA Poem by Gaia OctaviaYour face, etched in the vales of my memory Your smile, echoed in the music of my soul Your eyes, locked in the recess of my heart .. |
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XXNII - Prelude to the Gathering StormA Chapter by BLThe Prelude to battle. The next chapter is ‘The Great Battle’ |
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The Last Sun Sentinel: Part 2A Story by Michael J CliftonAfter fifty years of hell, the war First War of the Old Ones finally came to an end. This is the story of that day, and how it changed the Continent a.. |
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Music MapsA Poem by PatrickPinkSongs can be a snapshot of a place, a time, a person, but only if you let them be |
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A Glass of WaterA Poem by Caius FrankThe ice in the glass of water next to me shifts |
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XXNIII -The Great BattleA Chapter by BLXXNIII - The Great Battle When the sun had reached its zenith, when it go no higher in the clear blue sky and was just about to tip over and begin.. |
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DelicateA Poem by Nikolean-- soft a whistle in the wild the soft call of a thrush hidden in the growth of the vegetation is your voice calling out to me. |
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Softly, GentlyA Poem by Nikoleanjust a moment is enough for me |
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Shadowed KissA Poem by BLingering stars stood if by reformFor true love only shoredAs a moment driven to bayA silent song would playDeepened by unknown woundsHe holds her rip.. |
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XXNN - The Thick Of ItA Chapter by BLXXNN - The Thick Of It Alfos looked at the raging battle and quickly realised that he couldn’t waste time fighting man to man personall.. |
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SingularityA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellI dissolve into this poetic pose. My dress is brimming with the darkest ink, and I fade to ash like a fallen rose beneath a crescent moon on heaven.. |
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tiresiasA Poem by AnonHimMooseand I had foresuffered it allby the waters of leman as I weptrecorded by an inquisitive poet;but to what relief? wherehas all this knowing taken me?to.. |
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