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Meeting the Lingering dead.

Meeting the Lingering dead.

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Seeing where I have been.
Do you really see me!

Do you really see me!

A Poem by Onlyme


When you look at someone faceswhat do you actually see?Do you see just the beautyOn the surface?Or fullycomprehend theirinner spirit and beauty ofthei..
Untitiled

Untitiled

A Poem by Lechusa


When you heal yourself and allow yourself to feel unfiltered. I've learned that allowing love to be my weapon of choice is a lot harder to achieve tha..
Alluring Ballet Dancer...

Alluring Ballet Dancer...

A Poem by Onlyme


Sitting in front of an open logged fireplacein the front roomof our houseit's evening time and duskhas just started to fallno one is inthe house is in..
The doors ajar...

The doors ajar...

A Poem by tp340


Open invite but is the door closing
The Character

The Character

A Poem by Laura Kate


Please don't fix your gaze on meand tell me that I've changedyour eyes penetrate me with arrows of despiseand I cannot bear the shameI know your perce..

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