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lexieells

  • Lies.

    Three people are innocentand you are guilty.But to you,we're the ones to blame. You make us feel your liesas deep as possble.You start them,then you continue to make them grow.Almost ...

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  • A Tribute to Harry Potter

    A letter started it all.The boy who lived was my safe place.I found comfort when I was laying in a hospital bed, or out of school for weeksthrough reading these ...

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  • Harry Potter: The End of an Era

    ***this is an article I've prepared to submit. Harry Potter was one of the choices in the topic suggestions, so of course, I choose that. I'm open to critque. Be ...

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  • Passionately

    Your eyes,as blue, yet as cold as the icy pond that lay outside. pierce into my soul. Your skin,softer than the blanket that fits gently to our bodies,lay touching mine. ...

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  • Do You Know Me?

    I am more than what you skin will forever be coveredin the tracing reminders of my past. If you held meyou could feel no difference. But if you touched me,my ...

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  • Now I Ask

    In the passenger's seat,I take my position. Bullet engorger. These words-Your words.are being sputtered at meas though I am the elephant you lept from. The metalic taste hits my toungeas ...

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Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins