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#27601voted by our readers
One, Two Three
By Sahi Hari BRONZE
Plainsboro, New Jersey

One, everything started to make sense again, As I felt the chilling, cold, salty water tease my legs. I felt the shivers roll down my spine, And the beads of cold sweat form on...
Sahi Hari BRONZE, Plainsboro, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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#27602 Poetry
Pieces;;
By jessikawithak135 BRONZE
Norman Park, Georgia
jessikawithak135 BRONZE, Norman Park, Georgia
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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#27603 Poetry
Living Room Chaos.
By splenda. SILVER
Century, Florida
splenda. SILVER, Century, Florida
6 articles 0 photos 26 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't." Mark Twain

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#27604 Poetry
I wish
By Anonymous
#27605 Poetry
love..
By jacquline SILVER
Lucerne Valley, California
jacquline SILVER, Lucerne Valley, California
6 articles 2 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
no reason to live but we like it that way

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#27606 Poetry
Money
By ethangibson4 BRONZE
McDonough, Georgia
ethangibson4 BRONZE, McDonough, Georgia
3 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I swear by my life, and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for the sake of mine" -John Galt

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#27607 Poetry
Where Has My Sunshine Gone
By Anonymous
#27608 Poetry
I Should've Danced
By Anonymous
#27609 Poetry
Climbing with my Christ
By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

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#27610 Poetry
The Element Of Freedom
By shutupnrock77 GOLD
Cherry Hill, New Jersey
shutupnrock77 GOLD, Cherry Hill, New Jersey
13 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the start, seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing, it's ok not to be ok".

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