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PleaseA Poem by Jonathan Ballampoem on hands and the emotions attached to them |
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Sugarland DriveA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSugarland Drive Sun drenched in the dusty den of some perverted old man, I hit my knees but not to pray. Has it really come to this? Pe.. |
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Pageant GirlA Poem by Marie HarrisonA poem about a beauty pageant girl. |
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PARIS 1926.A Poem by Terry CollettTWO WOMEN IN A PARIS OFFICE IN 1926. |
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SoilA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSoil Screaming through the tears is most bothersome, willing and able to accept definitions, but no capacity for learning the differences in.. |
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MAX LIKES DAMES.A Poem by Terry CollettMAX AND HIS THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES. |
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CurvesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierCurves There were so many curves to her body; clay and mud and straw. She danced at noon, and felt the pain in her back by midnight. .. |
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LustA Story by lamyersSometimes lust is all the best you can hope for in a relationship. Part of my 'Four Letter Words' series. http://www.lamyers.com.au/flash-fiction/flw |
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"Hourglasses"A Poem by PoeT4994Started writing this because of a Gorillaz lyric "Cities breaking down on a camels back." Wanted to tell the story of two people who are in destructi.. |
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mirror chatA Poem by miSS LEaf)( |
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MuzzleA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierMuzzle It is not sleep that calms nerves in such a mad world, there is no magic on the sad side of morning. Or mourning. Placated by slo.. |
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Eve's Rib ~ Jezebel's HipsA Poem by IotaEve moaned softly arching her spine northward |
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The Girl That I AmA Poem by moongoddessI wrote this poem a very very long time ago, over 10 years ago. I just came across it the other day while going through old journals. I just wrote it.. |
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WomenA Poem by Cassiopia SummersWe women do funny things,things men do not understand.We...cry when we are overjoyed,smile anytime we're angered, ready to fight fire with fire,laugh .. |
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Pride and RoseA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPride and Rose Hard to let go of something so meaningful, pride; somewhere in the collection pan of an orthodox church. Where underneath .. |
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Spoon and StitchA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSpoon and Stitch She sits sedated, tapping her toes and pulling on her fingers, the smell of antiseptic tingles every bone in the circumsta.. |
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