creative writing
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Hidden in your country…by G. Mramor
Hidden in your country
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You were too close…by G. Mramor
You were too close
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Look, there goes Colossus…by G. Mramor
: look, there goes Colossus
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You became the tower…by G. Mramor
You became the tower
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You are now part of a mad country…by G. Mramor
You are now part of a mad country Colossus
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Apples
Autumn was biting at my skin like the bitter taste of apples, seizing my taste buds,…
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Language.
When I was young I was my mother. We sat together in June and summer shoes.…
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it’s raining on me, from above – Poem by P Chatelain
it’s raining on me, from above the clouds come out whenever doubt’s around to drown hopes.
