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only seven years old and i felt abandoned. cotton filled my mouth so i couldn't speak as different horror flicks flashed across every day i
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mother left for her youth had been a hindrance in warming arms and candy sweetened smiles. she claimed she loved me as she ran towards anot
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i squander here sending you signals i've painted across cardboard canvas. the pigments i created from each emotion portrayed in this play we continue to act out. indigo whispers across the surface to show you the depth of my13 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 17 3:27 PM. In Contest
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15 lines, 12 comments, on Sep 11 10:34 PM. In Contest
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43 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 16 12:16 PM
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FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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60 lines, 17 comments, on Jul 24 3:45 PM. In Personal, Death, Friendship, Lost in thought, Dedication, My life, Love, Nature, Hope
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his fingers dug into my flesh with the strength of iron forceps;
i ground my teeth at the pressure and began to blister with an anger20 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 15 11:28 PM. In Contest
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she clarified her beauty in empty whispers through wind-blown lips. flour stained on her ancient apron, time seemed seemed to fly by with e9 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 20 12:43 PM. In Contest
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9 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 23 8:44 PM. In Contest
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she whispered lullabies in his ears to hide the fear crawling under his dirt encrusted skin. the moon held a certain pallor against their s4 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 26 12:52 PM. In Contest
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he tasted of fur and rhubarb on the tip of his tongue. i guess his aftershave couldn't penetrate the walls of his mouth. i still don't know14 lines, 11 comments, on Sep 28 9:19 AM. In Contest
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34 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 29 9:59 PM. In Contest
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6 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 4 9:16 PM. In Contest
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3 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 12 3:44 PM. In Contest
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5 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 17 7:57 PM. In Contest, Dedication
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splinters sting simultaneously, hidden deep underneath my fingers nails. i chew absently at my already bleeding lips. the lies i've told to
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48 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 27 1:24 AM
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eighteen years will have begun and passed in the bloom of tomorrow's eyes. my bones have both grown and shrunk in the evening tide as my eyes, tender and dry, reach out to embrace the future. at the tips of my fingers i hear21 lines, 12 comments, on Nov 2 8:26 PM. In Personal
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i tasted sun and moon on freshly baked biscuits made by your mother's loving hands; your grandmother taught me the best recipe for healing17 lines, 3 comments, on Dec 2 10:00 PM
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