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RIGOR MORTIS by hoemosexuals
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THE THIRD STAGE OF DEATH IS THE MOMENT HE REFUSES TO MEET YOUR EYES. [ poetry ]
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oneirataxia/poetry by k.h. by unsounding
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oneirataxia; (n.): the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality. NEW BOOK: THE SHADE OF FLOWERS/POETRY BY K.H., OUT NOW!
wildflower honey. by hyrulesque
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vanilla scented poetry
TALK SICK ✧ POETRY  by livegore
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調子が悪い 「AND SHE'S INSANE, THEY SAID, ABSOLUTELY OFF HER ROCKER AND UNSTABLE; BUT OH GOD DO I LOVE HER.」 poems + poetry livegore ©2019
Black Bird by 4baked2potat0
4baked2potat0
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A break of sunlight casting throughout the fire set aflame in my dark and weary heart |just some short poems I wrote myself| #20 IN POETRY 7/10/2017 | wow. 75k views is unreal. Thank you to everyone. I am so grateful. If you're looking for another poetry book to read, I recommend checking out 100 reasons why i still love you on my page. |
to make a home out of every sunset. by irenichoney
irenichoney
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poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞
when winter arrives  by mypoemattic
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winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales are hushed on every street, the winter bird hums a song so sweet, these are new beginnings and the end of times- those days when winter arrives. A mini collection of poetry and prose to read by your window sill during cold winter nights. 25 in poetry, January 7th 2021. mypoemattic © 2020.
ORION by mypoemattic
mypoemattic
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let me take you to the place from where you can see children's hands stretching up to the sky from the ferris wheel, let me take you to my daydreams. let me show you the world as orion sees. writing : [2021] feb 18 (2'14 pm) - july 25 (2'30 pm). posting : [2021] apr 17 (12'34 pm) - nov 19 (12'40 pm). mas ; mypoemattic © 2021. #29 in poetry on May 10th, '21. #10 in poem on July 6th,' 21.
hold on, we're going home by zerofocus
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red lipstick, liability and lies