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#373881voted by our readers
lunar
By lotaslena PLATINUM
Orange, Texas

i saw you in a crowd and it was like my eyes blink shut the world and there was only you in front of me, a magnet beckoning my blood tides to you... I didn't know your nam...
lotaslena PLATINUM, Orange, Texas
30 articles 0 photos 2 comments
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#373882 Poetry
What Is Love?
By Ookami DIAMOND
Kiansas City, Missouri
Ookami DIAMOND, Kiansas City, Missouri
50 articles 0 photos 58 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don't give up! Keep on going! Till victory is won!!!

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#373883 Poetry
The Man From Town
By BabyFaceJ7 BRONZE
Simi Valley, California
BabyFaceJ7 BRONZE, Simi Valley, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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#373884 Poetry
love is a way to go
By hotchicky101 PLATINUM
Muskego, Wisconsin
hotchicky101 PLATINUM, Muskego, Wisconsin
30 articles 1 photo 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
KILL BEFORE I OPEN DIE BEFORE I WAKE NEVER HAVE POSSESIONS NEVER MAKE MISTAKES<br /> <br /> love is like sour patch kids... SWEET... SOUR... GONE!<br /> <br /> My love for you is bulletproof, but you&#039;re the one who shot me.

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#373885 Poetry
sugar rush.
By hemingways_daughter DIAMOND
London, Other
hemingways_daughter DIAMOND, London, Other
53 articles 0 photos 22 comments

Favorite Quote:
&#039;Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.&#039;<br /> ― Virginia Woolf, &#039;A Room of One&#039;s Own&#039;

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#373886 Poetry
The way she looks
By Anonymous
#373887 Poetry
Destiny is a mystery
By Kiersten McClister BRONZE
Pekin, Illinois
Kiersten McClister BRONZE, Pekin, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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#373888 Poetry
Not Living
By Anonymous
#373889 Poetry
brutal honesty.
By MisterHowl BRONZE
Pinson, Alabama
MisterHowl BRONZE, Pinson, Alabama
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Dear Roberta Sparrow, I have reached the end of your book and... there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I&#039;m afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I&#039;m afraid that you&#039;ll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.&quot;

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#373890 Poetry
Shrouding Mist
By ChrisOf94 BRONZE
Modesto, California
ChrisOf94 BRONZE, Modesto, California
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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