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  • My Poems
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    Just some poems I made myself.

  • The Leftovers
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    I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.

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  • Far North
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    ...a sample of Love for all. The cheerful givers!