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Your LoveA Poem by Sylvia ChikaTake me to your secret placeLet me abide under your shadowAs I drink in your beautyShaken by your gloryI worship!Intoxicated by this loveSweet and fil.. |
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Poetic BedsheetsA Poem by AiHWith all the pretty words That run inside my head I should think of something More poetic Than your body in my bed |
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Not Enough AnswersA Poem by Eleña ♥ M..End every line in a question. Never stop asking questions.. |
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Happy GirlA Poem by Eleña ♥ M..Watch that benevolent little girl, for she may throw her heart here and fro. Watch how happy she may be, and never let her go.Do not let her wander to.. |
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hey octoberA Poem by Eleña ♥ M..she cries salty tearsfor inside of those eyesshe carries an oceanits depths unexploredwith unbearable pressurethat no life could surviveexcept in s.. |
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Alone.A Poem by Tiarra LynnI don't fear the dark, For the same reason that you do. It helps me feel as if I'm not alone. I don't fear the dark, I don't fear what I can't s.. |
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She runs Through you.A Poem by Tiarra LynnShe runs through you, Past you, Over the seas. She runs through you, Around you, And through the trees. She runs through you, Inside you, .. |
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AfterhoursA Poem by XavierGreyYour lips are as sweet as apple pie..The scent of you skin is that of warm cinnamon..Your skin is as soft as velvet..Goosebumps form on the back of ne.. |
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Childhood bed storiesA Poem by Bipurna TaraMother |
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CracksA Poem by Harriet RoseBeing passionate is about having cracks on our skin that people can see into, but they can't see into me,for apathy is the only me I know.I wish I was.. |
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MirrorsA Poem by Harriet RoseI wish I was skinny, pretty, loved.I wishI wasn't me or anything like me I wish I was her in her ripped skinny jeans, Loving life in her yellow jacket.. |
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The Woman With The EyesA Poem by Eleña ♥ M..A simple encounter, so indifferent, yet so significant.The connection created that is just undeniable.Chemisty deals with the reactions between elemen.. |
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RealityA Poem by Fallen_1666The skies are grey, The world a blur The line between Real and fantasy Slowly dissolves Evermore each day. As I lose hope For any future .. |
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