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Jalan (ENVY)A Poem by L.shivaThe wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring. -Victor Hugo |
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GreedA Poem by L.shivaThere is a sufficiency in the world for man's need but not for man's greed. -Mahatma Gandhi |
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WrathA Poem by L.shivaI was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. -William Blake |
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Winter Is ComingA Poem by jordanfranciscoautumn leavesthe red, yellow, greenthe lack of sunscreenthe newly woven sweaterthe not too chilly weatherall vanish once the coldbreaches through the .. |
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The Se7en SinsA Poem by L.shivaMistakes you can learn from; sins stay with you forever. Corey Taylor |
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SnapA Chapter by Lyn AndersonOh just read it already |
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Paper RosesA Poem by Adam M. SnowPaper roses and firefly kiss; all up in smoke, by this which imposes, as daylight exposes- |
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Who Would You Come Back As? Human or Whatever? And..A Poem by OnlymeIs my life worth itwould I want to evencome back as meagain?Mmm, I am truefullynot sure to be honest.Even if I wanted tocome back again ifpossible.I k.. |
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Rules for Old Men WaitingA Poem by Robert RonnowJack awoke in his usual pain, un-daunted by it. We're all gonna diesomeday is his morning mantra these days.Isolate the variable, anythingyou do to on.. |
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Castle FanficA Story by Emma S RetzerRichard Castle goes on a case with Hayley Shipton to prevent a deadly virus from being released on New York City. |
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Jacob Malicker is deadA Story by crowcapitalJacob is dead. He's on the floor as if catching butterflies. |
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A small falling businessA Story by crowcapitalA business that comes around only once in your life. That may not be true but it is close enough. |
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Dawning of a new day...A Poem by OnlymeAs a new day dawns and the sun rises the light starts to spreads it wingsand the glow of warmth and golden orange/redrays of light reach out across th.. |
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Wasting AwayA Poem by Adam M. SnowWhat is this? Fading fast beyond our grasp; ticking, tocking. Ev'ry hour stalking; like its prey, we're hunted - a wild game devoured. |
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lastly.A Poem by idontknowanymorelast submission on this blog. |
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