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Am I alive?A Story by ClinicallyGingerA short that I kind of just wrote on a whim, I hope you like it! |
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Fear ForeverA Poem by LivA personal poem I wrote when I realized what I fear most. |
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What I am and Who am IA Poem by VarshaWhat am I?I am a WomanWhat am I?I am a Heterosexual womanWhat am I?A Heterosexual, middle class womanWhat am I?A Heterosexual, middle-class, Hindu wom.. |
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PANAGINIPA Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)ikaw at ako |
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The UnknownA Poem by B. BrownI'm constantly reminded of the other flowers that are able to bloom but can't seem to get the seed I've planted to grow leavesAll of these roots have .. |
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CultA Poem by Niall MaddenFaith.Where man has blindly gone before,a empty space filled with skittering ants.Who have a void in their soul that Knowledge could fill,Instead they.. |
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God is correction, feedback and bifurcationA Poem by Robert RonnowVivacious, practical, self-directedMary Bailey, nice bodyit makes no sense that just because Georgemight never have been she suddenly becomes a shy,ho.. |
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Two bagsA Story by Stephen J. VattimoA short humorous story about a customer's quick whited- play on words answer to a question asked by a store's cashier. |
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Cartoon Charactor Or Chippendale DancerA Story by Stephen J. VattimoA short humorous story about a customer's quick whited- play on words answer to a question asked by a store's cashier. |
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What is...A Poem by Kurai.Merodia poem questioning Love. |
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I want it all.A Poem by HaleyShort little thing. |
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Begging the QuestionA Poem by R.D. BanksThe c**k crows, six a.m.1 My eyes flutter,2 My mind shutters,3 I say to myself," who am I again?"4 and where are you,5 where did yesterday go?6.. |
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Schrodinger's CatA Poem by gabiaimeeI love paradoxes. |
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Election DayA Poem by Robert RonnowThis autumn morning with the birds waking upand the leaves changing is Election Day. I meetJane Trichter on the downtown train and discussHenry's upse.. |
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The QuestionA Poem by KelWriterThis happens to be the poem I wrote to ask my very first girlfriend out. Sharing it is a nostalgic trip down memory lane |
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Life as a TrainA Poem by CellznicI am a train. I have a start and an end station. People enter, people leave. I am never empty but there's always something missing. Sometimes I'm.. |
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