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The shout by Simon Armitage We went out into the school yard together, me and the boy whose name and face I don't remember. We were testing the range
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If PictureS CoULd MoVe 🤝🤔🚶🏽🚶🏽♀🌂👒 Is Happiness an over used word Does laughter just overshadow the real object...You
Trying to Pray by Twyla Hansen | Saturday, July 15, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor With my arms raised in a vee,
Pain When I see others smiling and laughing I wonder if I don't have muscles to enable me smile or laugh, I feel it's not in my DNA,
Doctrine by Sam Sax the time for nuance is over i argue over breakfast explaining how it’s oft used to confuse descent—knife
Never ending Hope There will be a time when your “Hi, I miss you!” turns into “Hey.”
My Last Duchess by Robert Browning That’s my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands
❤Fight for love ❤ Your beauty, an endless ocean and i'm drowning in it
Fallen Angels You are angels, You're supposed to fly! You are mystries, Waiting .. And waiting .. For a cloud to cry..
Dracula ------------- I am giving it all up Trying to be strong The metamorphosis of my spirit Makes my body slumber and weaken
Introspection By: Kemo779 When I look at the mirror, I examine a reflection of uncertainty. A bleached image seeking colour on the canvas of rigidity.
The Stars of Every Sky By: Kemo779 And in the shadows of the earth the demons sang, they sang a mourning lullbay. And all the fairy tales started bouncing, where the deepest rivers ran dry.
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