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  • Ode

    Don’t worry.I remember.I remember your sweet perfume,So indescribable,As your arms embraced me.I remember staying up latePolishing silverJust to be with you.I remember the heat of ArizonaIn the midd

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  • Oh, the Pleasures of Math!

    Oh, the pleasures of math,How I love it soWith numbers and figuresTo burn my brain cells.Oh, but how I do loveMy bothersome friendWho picks on my mindAnd deadens my head.Through ...

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  • Sky

    Way up in the skyOn a fluffy white cloudI watch the tiny peopleSmaller then ant peopleRoll on and on In their happy fluffy white cloudExpands and turns grayAnd down, down ...

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  • Isabel

    I love you.I have never met you,But I love you.You see, I do know you.Though they will say I don’t.I picture you.Often.Blonde hair.Blue eyes.But chances are,You don’t look like that.I ...

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  • I loved, Not love

    They say sticks and stones can break my bonesBut words will never hurt meButPerson I loved called me a bitchPerson I loved called me SatanPerson I loved said I hate ...

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  • House

    We named her GrandmaAnd built her a house.The house on the hill,Unfinished.A skeleton.Forgotten by her her friends.But we remembered.And cameAnd workedAnd triedFor her.Now her tearsCan turn to joyAnd

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  • Keep Her Smiling

    In December,two were takenAnd the whole school grieved.We cried, and said“Why did this happen?”But none knew the answerand we all moved on.On Good Fridayshe tried to go, but failedAnd the ...

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  • Red Dove

    There was a place,That I once knew.Now the walls are white,The sun is bright.But I miss that place,With walls of pinkAnd temporary, artificial heat.Dove, did you know,I am a bird.A ...

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  • Thank You, My Dear

    Thank you, my dear,I appreciate it, my dear,Oh please, my dear,It is all lies.I am not another pretty face,And words still hurt me.There is sorrow,There is pain,And, yes, my dear,There ...

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You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.
— Shinji Moon