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With a gentle sweetnessA Poem by B.JMy roses are starting to bloom, so I thought I would put my thinking cap on and dedicate a small poem to them. |
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Look AwayA Poem by Isaak DeMaioShe doesn’t see the blood running down my elbow,Nor does she see the blood run down my knees,She doesn’t see the anger inside my temple,I .. |
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paradox.A Poem by Patricia Williamsi am made of skin and bones and stardust fear and beauty and passion confusion hatred love paradox. |
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The Creature in MeA Poem by Alfred KukitzWhat aspect of us is creature |
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I want to stayA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereLove is staying up all night with a sick child - or a healthy adult. David Frost |
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Outside the CircleA Poem by Robert RonnowI am outside the circle of sex. Just as well. Population control,the biome's survival instinct. Or I'm old. Lookin mirror, skin over bones. Young girl.. |
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Your hands. Your skin.A Poem by Elie MarieMissing someone's touch and more |
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cosmetic surgeryA Poem by audrey hornei dont recogni |
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THE SOUL'S DEEP WELLA Poem by Alfred Kukitzthe sexual soulless man |
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SweetA Poem by NIGHT OWLand thatthat creeping impulse slipping from my arm to my handto my fingersin a gripto graspthe skin andpull and tug and ripagainthe urgeappears.and my.. |
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Skin screamingA Poem by Dark MessengerI felt her skin as it screamed out in desperation. But what if the desperation wasn't even hers? Maybe it was the residue of a recent lovers corru.. |
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This Not So Perfect NightA Poem by Gypsy DreamerWhat could have been. |
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Of loveA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereA flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love. Max Muller |
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The First TouchA Poem by Bria MarsA paralyzed woman feels for the first time. |
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