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Poetry
By Bridie ELITE
Massapequa, New York

My lips untouched And pure, Not tempted by what You crave for. Though untouched, My lungs shall be destroyed. When you light up, My heart sinks. My lips may be untouched...
Bridie ELITE, Massapequa, New York
109 articles 0 photos 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
She can because she thinks she can.


Poetry
By Anonymous
Evan Dolan BRONZE, Dubuque, Iowa
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By Bridie ELITE
Massapequa, New York
Bridie ELITE, Massapequa, New York
109 articles 0 photos 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
She can because she thinks she can.

Evvyon SILVER, Richardson, Texas
9 articles 3 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Poetry
By Evvyon SILVER
Richardson, Texas
Evvyon SILVER, Richardson, Texas
9 articles 3 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Poetry
By imastar_123 SILVER
Coral Springs, Florida
imastar_123 SILVER, Coral Springs, Florida
6 articles 0 photos 5 comments
Poetry
By Evvyon SILVER
Richardson, Texas
Evvyon SILVER, Richardson, Texas
9 articles 3 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Poetry
By Evvyon SILVER
Richardson, Texas
Evvyon SILVER, Richardson, Texas
9 articles 3 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Poetry
By Dandelion PLATINUM
Franklin, Massachusetts
Dandelion PLATINUM, Franklin, Massachusetts
20 articles 8 photos 173 comments