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The First Entry in a Dream JournalA Poem by CosminDZSIn here, I write my dreams of, rainy forests and flying over the green streets, most dearest. |
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"As clear as ice"A Poem by mackenzi_drewAs recent song written |
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Via OstienseA Poem by Armana D'UscaretThere’s only one park bench when you turn that corner from that train station, reading ROMA OSTIA LIDO, announcing first w.. |
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AscensionA Poem by InNomine Alex!!! |
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The world`s prophecyA Poem by Stephen*Wink* |
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Too Close to home.A Story by steveA mad man is on the loose attacking women while they make their way home. |
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Night WindsA Chapter by J. LandFor the voice of winds at night... |
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From Such A DistanceA Poem by Diego JaraBe here now, but the right sound, the right smell- takes you right back to where you've been running from. |
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Newcomers BewareA Poem by Koname KidoI own an apartment in Russia, spend most of my time there, and us natives really hate tourists and new-comers. It sounds mean, but where I am we like .. |
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Soulmates don't exist.A Poem by sherniFalling in love with a single person is a natural conspiracy. I don't believe in soulmates or the "meant-to-be-together" crap. We've got so much love .. |
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RainA Poem by Robert RonnowFive days of steady rain. A hurricane approaches the city. The streets are flooding but the wildlife is thriving. Every person wears a raincoat .. |
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ChangeA Poem by Robert RonnowI am feeling the shock of fast change. How to cope with it is of course the question. Listen to Beethoven through the neighbor's window? Look up.. |
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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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ProvidenceA Poem by Robert RonnowIn disaster and war moviesthe protagonist (Queen) and her immediate circleare protected from anonymous death. They may die (one by one or all at once).. |
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The Loft.A Story by Michael J. DippolitoThis is New York City and the ice is thin. |
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SomethingA Poem by Robert RonnowSomething created. Does the creator think aheador spill a storm. Rain happens. We supply thereasons. Evaporation of water collecting overhuge expanses.. |
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Genevieve The VampireA Poem by EmilyShe hides during the day |
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