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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Stage fades slowly to black It's over now We hope you enjoyed the show Next, curtains close Sliding together at an agonizing pace Your eyes They're all I see As curtains close And dancers leave Silent eyes, staring Right back at me Bittersweet departures crash over me Goodbye r...
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    Darkness seeping in Hazel eyes useless now Can't seem to find you Maybe hearing you But where are you now? Too dark For these eyes to find Your light Fallen angels forced to say goodbye To hazel eyes That failed this time Riding out on waves of Consciousness Blind Broken marty...
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    Here's to the bandits, The thieves of our memories. Here's to the robinhood of lives... Or was it lies? Here's to the change from the American Dream. What is this dream? All we have left are miniscule drops of what should have been, Or could have been. But some of us, We are ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    The shame is transparent, the guilt not there. Bittersweet love had always been a lie, But an admission is something quite rare. Thoughts of the mind were hidden to the eye. Lives were unraveled; Tied knots came undone. Sun could not break over the horizon. The loom worked backwards, the threa...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    She looks up into his eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks. He lets her cold hand drop from his. She knows what words will soon leave his mouth. He says her name quietly. The butterflies don't flutter in her stomach. Her heart doesn't jump, and her pulse doesn't quicken. She can't...

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