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just my way of saying whats in my heart, what cant be said, its an extension of the night time below.
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this is just me messing about with language, but i think it works quite well. i just like it.
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One winters night I trudged, cold and weary,
Through mocking, matching streets, just as drab and dreary, -
read it, i cant explain it in two lines
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based on the love letter below this poem tells the story of a relationship.
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this was actually a love letter, but see what you think.
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funny poem, but it doesnt really work unless you see it alongside WB Yates' 'a song for wandering Aengus'
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a funny little poem a pen writes to its user!
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this is a very sad poem written from the point of view of an 8 year old on her sisters suicide.
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