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  • Broken Dreams
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  • The Wings Of Love
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  • Twin Souls
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  • The Painter
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  • It Was Your Hat
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  • ephemera.
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    Sentences begin to make sense when you break the word order. People begin to show their true colours when you break their heart apart. Yet sense hurts and true colours don't last. - I write mostly to escape my mind, and rarely to express it. So you'll read mini-story poems and some dark and messy ones. Criticise...

  • s c i n t i l l a.
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    scintilla (n.) a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely visible trace. [lower-case intended] © zay black cover by renée

  • はな。
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    「 fall like autumn leaves. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD

  • forest
    282 27 1

    in which a girl falls in love with forest

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  • ashes. 東京喰種
    308 23 1

    sing me the melody of yesterday's grieving. [tokyo ghoul]

  • Sixteen
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    A poem-advice to my sixteen old self. If you relate, let me know :)

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  • may
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    she came like may, and left dead flowers behind. -for Modori-

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  • in conclusion. ; poetry.
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    you're so lovely.

  • Ares
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    you kissed me down my spine and made me feel divine.

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  • him
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    he who dares not touch the thorns shall never have the rose.

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  • Summer Sun, Winter Rain
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    My Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and things I've done. Living Breathing Slough won a local competition and was f...

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  • Moonlit
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    These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.

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