Category: Poetry
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You live in a ghost sister…by G. Mramor
You live in a ghost sister
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Ill Doesn’t Mean Classic… by P Chatelain
Ill Doesn’t Mean Classic i think i have it, but having trouble reconciling with the fact that i live in a universe of crumbling masses.
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How I wish…by G. Mramor
How I wish
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That I ever saw them…by G. Mramor
She has the saddest tears
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When he kisses me…by G. Mramor
When he kisses me said the rose to the stone
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The Distance – A Poem by A. Turner
The Distance Has grown large enough to develop its own weather patterns and when the wind hollowed my bones and lifted me back to you like a dove, you carved three eyes into my marble soul and won the staring contest when the tide smoothed the eyelids closed, rounded the stone. ~ Addison Turner is…
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Almighty towers of light… by G. Mramor
I. Almighty towers of light
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How many words are there…by G. Mramor
How many words are there
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Crawling out of the last skin of fire…by G. Mramor
Crawling out of the last skin of fire
