Category: Prosetry
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Untitled – a Poem by D. Lee
for the unnamed I’m baffled by you, tiny monsoon. You come into my womb, and destroy me. Not a fight or a flaw, but a heartbeat I saw was all that it took to deploy me. Whose future was it I so lightly dismissed, when kissed, I let him enjoy me? Was it yours, little…
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To an unborn child…by G. Mramor
You will be a great explorer
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One loved…by G. Mramor
I. Where is your passion now, one loved?
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new message – poem by p chatelain
new message i had a dream that i went to your doorstep unannounced.
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You are a hero…by G. Mramor
You are a hero
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Foreward.
If I were a painter, I would paint it in all its colorless glory, all its stillness. I would use the tiny space of my canvas and make it bigger somehow, draw the lines without boundaries, detail the faces in the abstract so only I could tell yours apart from mine- your face in a…
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Love…by G. Mramor
Love
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My friend…by G. Mramor
My friend

