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NiroA Poem by AbyrdunObsession over strangers. Fixating on one person in a crowd of thousands for reasons you're not entirely sure of. |
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ImmigrantA Poem by RuthCalderMurphyImmigrantI’m an immigrantto Earth.I’m not sure where I come from But I’m sure I’m not from here.Somewhere,somehow,some time be.. |
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StrangerA Poem by JohannaI don´t really know what I think about this one.. will be happy for any feedback :)) |
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The perfect strangerA Poem by Mikayla RasmussenI saw you from my window.Up above the park square.You stood there with your back to me.Getting completely soaked in the pouring rain.I grabbed what I .. |
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The Freak ShowA Story by Bill SchultzThe Carnival is in town. A new freak joins. Things go a little too far. And some other things. Voyeurism of the "Other" at its best. |
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In A DreamA Poem by DaydreamerYou came to me.. |
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Bricks and a DonkeyA Story by Tierney HeilmanA short story about a young man and an mysterious guest. |
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Moments with AphroditeA Poem by New TheorySometimes I just want to kiss you, but then that moment before the kiss, I wish that could stretch for an eternity. The feeling of intense desire. |
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Piano ManA Poem by i.am.the.sun.So Billy Joel's Piano Man has been stuck in my head all day. a line in it sparked this, and the main melody was in mind for writing this... which make.. |
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TrustA Poem by FlamingPhoenixFinding the place in me that no longer trusts you... |
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TurnedA Poem by FlamingPhoenixFor those who learn to live in the state of acceptance |
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A Stranger in the DarkA Poem by HollyThis is for a dear friend of mine that I just met recently... They continue to inspire me to be better :) |
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The Sun DialA Poem by mackenzi_drewphotographing an old sun dial in a blizzardcold winter breath surroundscigarette smoke wisps, alluring woman in a doorwayshe lead me to an attic an.. |
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A STRANGER IN THE STARSA Story by Mistress of mysteryMeeting someone along the course of life. Never been so amazing. |
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Stranger on a BusA Poem by Maddi SnowdenSomeone on an empty bus once asked mewhat my favorite color was.I think they were trying to startsmall talk but all I could thinkabout was every night.. |
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