Prosetry
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Belief…by G. Mramor
Can you mock me so, because I wish to believe? Can you attack me so, because…
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The father is gone…by G. Mramor
I have not returned to set the bones in my father’s body. I have come, and…
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They are coming…by G. Mramor
The tranquil flow of the village is no more.
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Tumblr Flash Poetry – Phillipe Chatelain
Here are the poems I wrote for those who participated in my Tumblr poetry project for…




