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poetry
[b]Maddy The Hater Some thing's been conceived, I can no longer control it. It rants and raves, and fights all that oppose. Though demeanor is calm and steady, I'm lost ...
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Love poem
[b]Ramblings Damn that cupid, it's not fair. I close my eyes and I see you there. I sleep deep, but wake up tired. You must lay me down, for its ...
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Self poisoned
It's been two years or more. I'm still here beside you, though I'm not sure what for. The longer I am near, the angrier I get. I can see and ...
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Climbing out of the pity pot
My life has been difficult, but far from boring. I guess you could say I was a nomad, a gypsy of sorts, never really knowing where I'll end up next. ...
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Barn
The old barn sat on 40 lacres, it leaned to one side, had peeling paint, and toy cars and a fort in one stall. The toys have been there for ...
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Call of the urchin
I'm still working on it, critiques welcomed. Kara woke to darkness, an occasional dripping, and a chill. Suddenly there was a whoosh, and just like that there was a torch ...
