There is no clean. No bomb blast big enough to burn this grit away. * The tongue licks decay off the sharp teeth. Teeth clacks
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In silent rain, soft voices sigh, Echoes drift through a lonely sky. Each drop a secret left untold, A fragile warmth within the cold.
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Prose ain't my thing. so many rules to follow dot your i's comma before end quote I'll be lost in grammatical nightmares
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The Haunting of a Newly Built House. The paint is fresh, the walls stand proud, no history carved in wood or stone, yet something breathes within these halls,
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Oh dear fear, I am yet to confront you about all the negative experiences, that led to countless setbacks and continuous merciless attacks.
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You see something gentle. A woman who smiles at the right moments, who nods like she understands how this is supposed to go,
By Danielle Katsourosa day ago in Poets
I pledge, I knew better - I will learn better !? I pledge, I knew better than the person sitting next to me !? I pledge - you said you should, would, could !?
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I sat down for 900 hundreds hours, musky dirty - without FOOD and WATER !? I sat down talking to myself making sure I know for a fact that I'm not with anything that says I am stressed like that !?
Draw me out you think I’m pencil Can’t be stupid cos I’m sharp…. Strings attached no I don’t think so Let me bring and play my harp….
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Written by a human, for humans, always. --- This cannot be... How did this happen? I thought I had beaten this... I thought I had won.
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I breathe it in — the darkness. It courses through my veins, filling my nose, burning as it drips down the back of my throat.
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