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stardust | ✔ by latejune
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❝ we're like stardust scattered around in a mess of burning ash and perfectly unclear symphony. ❞ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ᴇʀᴀ ☆ highest rank in poetry #18 ☆ poetry for the broken has been completed on the 3rd of may 2018 ✔ ☆ cover is done by me. » © kim marie 2018 «
serendipity by arctaerus
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ranked #1 in poetry - july 3rd 2018 somewhat mix of poetry about self love, depression, real beauty, happiness, true love, past mistakes and much more. no it does not rhyme and you might cry. enjoy ♡
7 Ways to Die by Queen_WordVomit
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A collection of prose poetry. Cover by: @Glass_Sword
You | Poetry by Joyki99
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"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
loud poetry from a quiet girl  by writewithmae
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poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
letters to no one ➳ [poetry] by bruisedmelodies
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❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
canvas | ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ by BizzleRazzle
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❝his anger is the paint. my body is an empty canvas. he decides to color me in.❞ [book one completed]
first drafts | ✓ by liasteashop
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Featured on the Wattpad Anthologies Profile. @WattpadAnthologies As the clock ticks, the pen on her hand taps rhythmically to the words in her head. Her finger runs through the cover of the journal, and her mind goes on a trip to memory lane, bringing back memories of joy and sorrow that aches her heart. With her mind in a frenzy, she fills her journal with poorly written poems and prose in which she calls her first drafts. #9 in Poetry (07/07/17)