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the art of by julixtta
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"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."
11:11 by julixtta
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dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
insomnia. by mercefearless
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«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»
Hirngespinste by duskels
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Weil man manches nicht sagen kann, aber es trotzdem raus muss. Oder auch weil man manches gesagt hat, aber es nicht verstanden wurde. Gesprächsfetzen. Dann denkst du wieder zuviel nach und dein Kopf ist voll mit Hirngespinsten. ©2015, duskels Highest ranking: Poesie #1 (26.02.16)
Demons. by mercefearless
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absurd poetry written by a cactus.
Atlas by cheshiregasm
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1931: Eine naive junge Frau, die zu stark für ihr erstes Abenteuer fiel, seine Taten akzeptierte, jedoch nie bemerkte, wie falsch es war.
Vielleicht  by whisped
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„Vielleicht ist das nichts Neues." „Vielleicht ist es nichts Altes- vielleicht liegt der Sinn von Wiederholungen darin, zu erinnern." Vielleicht nur ein Gespräch. ©2016, whisped.
Grease - h.s. by arietem
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It was one of the hottest summers in man's history that year, and that was the summer I was properly introduced to Rock'n'Roll, fearless dancing ways, and a boy in a black leather jacket always with a smoke behind his ear. That was the most unforgettable summer of '63 where I spent the time with my family at The Kellerman's Resort - a summer that turned out to be nothing like I had expected. All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem
The Night Bus by phantasms
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Two strangers, both foreigners, find themselves in a night bus in South Asia, sharing anecdotes and uncovering more about each other.
should've kissed you by onlyangelstyles
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a book of short stories and imagines i will write in my own time just for fun. hope you enjoy xx