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#383131voted by our readers
My heart
By Aysia SILVER
Erie, Colorado

My heart is under lock and key, very few people can open me. So many secrets are locked inside, talk to me and I'll open wide. When my heart is broken, you grab a but...
Aysia SILVER, Erie, Colorado
5 articles 7 photos 53 comments

Favorite Quote:
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up - Pablo Picasso

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#383132 Poetry
Somewhere
By skywriter PLATINUM
Hood River, Oregon
skywriter PLATINUM, Hood River, Oregon
24 articles 11 photos 18 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The first draft of anything is crap."

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#383133 Poetry
monster in my life
By joshua serrano BRONZE
Worcester, Massachusetts
joshua serrano BRONZE, Worcester, Massachusetts
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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#383134 Poetry
Ashes
By writinggirl20 PLATINUM
Marksville, Louisiana
writinggirl20 PLATINUM, Marksville, Louisiana
37 articles 0 photos 52 comments

Favorite Quote:
What I say only comes straight from my mind, i do not judge. (a quote by me)

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#383135 Poetry
I am from
By musicman102 BRONZE
Sussex, Wisconsin
musicman102 BRONZE, Sussex, Wisconsin
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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#383136 Poetry
War Before Your Eyes
By Anonymous
#383137 Poetry
A soiled piece of bread filled with never ending dread.
By tru4454 BRONZE
Arvada, Colorado
tru4454 BRONZE, Arvada, Colorado
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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#383138 Poetry
Silent Demolition
By Anonymous
#383139 Poetry
Battered Knight
By xxChampagnexxPetalsxx BRONZE
Camano Island, Washington
xxChampagnexxPetalsxx BRONZE, Camano Island, Washington
4 articles 1 photo 2 comments
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#383140 Poetry
in terms of Clementi
By videotaped GOLD
Geneva, New York
videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
19 articles 18 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.&quot;<br /> - The Celtic Twilight, W. B. Yeats

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