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Lonely
Rewrite:zomg im lonely lulz hahahai need to look outsidewhere there are nymphs attacking my wallsi lied. there are none.bon bon****And here is the original...Hi! So, I sort of wrote this ...
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Pebbles
I suck at poetry--that much is obvious. But I went to some poetry reading thing today and I was really inspired. Not sure what to make of this, but let ...
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Where is the tallgrass?
Note: I'm quite new to poetry; what do you think this is about, really? I would love some advice. =) Thanks. * At Tallgrass House the heather wrapped together. Sisters ...
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butterface
Eh, I don't know. Feedback mucho appreciated. butterface— a new life from your pod. Use it well. Slippery green train you were among twigs and broken dying carriages all strung ...
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The Apostle's Hands
A splintered fence—pin-strung and puckered mouths,plucked,the roses are dying.Messiah strokes their ranks, steps betweenthe feather-lipped heads to inquire,What mortal needle sows stem to soul;what
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Written
mademoiselle, her villanellescratched into the poster readingof the lines he donned her yesterday.the man whose shoes she shines,and a curtsy to him indeed,writing that noun a verb forthe battered boo
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The Woman
she leans out, looks up,poses for the cameras wherelights nose and flash. the sky is tornlike her pretty silk dress nowstained in red, this morning was white;children spilling their dainty ...