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Craytus Jones Sep 16
She died with her face in a book. She was picturing an angel with a burning sword slicing through the tyranny of men. Her empty eyes focused on the word "freedom." Her last breath was poetry. Nobody would pay attention to such details, but, to her, they mattered. ​
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Rebekah Webb Sep 16
I am a piece Of the world's puzzle Just trying to find Where I fit
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Lascivious Lucy Sep 16
Lena smiled, “I wasn’t trying to guilt you or anything. I was just wondering if everything was ok.” Maggie started to say yes but stopped herself. “I’ve got some troubles.” Lena laid a hand on her shoulder, “can you stay after class; we can talk if you want?”
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Steve Currence Sep 16
A few fables put on paper and fed to a receptive populace: That was, and is, the dream. One can the change the world that way. Many have. Hope to join that number.
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Sophia LeRoux 3 Sep 18
H: So why'd you start writing? M: Call it a super impulsive hustle of faith & loyalty. H: Loyalty? To whom? M: Why, the characters in my head, of course. They can't write themselves, now can they?
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Ana Muune Aug 5
HEAL COUNT SUMMER ANCIENT ISOLATED WOOD/FOREST/JUNGLE THROAT CLANDESTINE EMPRESS HELMET COPACETIC
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Cynthia Sierra Mar 20
As if The ROMANCE Not Yet OVER A sad And SLOW Last dance In CLOSURE “Unforgettable” PLAYING soft And low ON Our old RADIO
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Nathan Brazil - partially fixed 6 Aug 18
Between the Ghost Orchid and Kawasaki Cosmos was the Black Lace Rose under a bell jar. A wispy female figure that could spread like ink across the glass. Using a thin sword he played platinum strings of a violin. She shivered and spun wildly on Witch's Hair.
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the carcinogenic siren. Aug 27
his name’s still defeat. lingering heroin on my teeth and here i keep ripping rugs under my own cold feet. cherubic disaster. the fool. the hermit. the pastor. convulsing, wondering why healing doesn’t come to me faster.
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DK Marie❣️ Dec 31
As a quiet and innocent snow falls it carries away some of my gloom, and I raise my glass in a silent toast. Heavy tears fall for our sad ending, but hope fills me for my new beginning.
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Cynthia Sierra Oct 3
HISTORY’S Repeat performance At such A High COST WITHOUT even A moment Of silence For The now Blatant absence Of PLASTICITY WITHIN all Of HUMANITY Nor For The INNOCENCE OF New GENERATIONS Sure To be LOST
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Cynthia Sierra Oct 29
My senses REELING With An uneasy FEELING For I truly Fear FADING Into you Never KNOWING If, and Or WHEN I’ll again EVER reappear With enough Of me Left BEHIND Even To find /
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Cynthia Sierra Dec 14
Modesty Prevents me From ASKING Will you REMEMBER Me for My POETRY Or Will each Word I LOVE So much FOREVER Sadly be Left UNTOUCHED In Frozen SENTIENCE Of My final SENTIMENTS
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¡ r e n e 🍃🍁🍂 6 Aug 18
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BLANCO From The Bronx Dec 10
I Hear A Bop Coming!!💅💅📷📹🎥 Season... Its Time To Eat..
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Woven Words ™ Dec 10
The jewels of the earth Deliver your modesty Party made of stars
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London Bobo 17 Apr 18
International Vibe 🚨🚨🚨 bro you finish Work 🔥🔥🔥
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A.J. Lockwood (73,000/100,000) 5 Aug 18
He grinned & his teeth flashed like razor blades in the moonlight. His skin shone with sweat - a sickly ghost, ethereal & green. "Do you think I'm going to let you leave after I worked so hard to bring you home?" He choked out, his voice drowning in the rising bile.
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Jim McMahon 6 Aug 18
Powdery snow blows across rooftops, and swirls across Main Street–it looks like ghosts playing tag. An impossibly-full moon shows an ice-crystal halo. Everything’s in crisp focus, the shadows look sharp enough to slice steel.
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Madd Fictional 6 Aug 18
It was early on the first winter since the Technology Singularity purged nearly all human life from the planet that the ghosts returned with the morning fog carrying a message to the artificial superintelligence that its Judgment Day was at hand.
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