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Poetry
By MICHAELREGISTER0 SILVER
Brandon, Mississippi

Verse one;Haven't said a word It gives me such a thrillBut that look in your eyesGave my spine had a sudden chillI've been high beforeBut not quite like this An illusion of blissPr...
MICHAELREGISTER0 SILVER, Brandon, Mississippi
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is like a lemon drop, You gotta suck through the bitter to get the sweet part" ~M. Lambart


Poetry
By shadow13kp SILVER
Advance, North Carolina
shadow13kp SILVER, Advance, North Carolina
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By shadow13kp SILVER
Advance, North Carolina
shadow13kp SILVER, Advance, North Carolina
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Poetry
By Anonymous
Poetry
By Summer_R_Quinn DIAMOND
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Summer_R_Quinn DIAMOND, Sioux Falls, South Dakota
61 articles 0 photos 238 comments

Favorite Quote:
If you chase two rabbits, you will lose them both.
- Native American proverb

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas

What is past is past -- it is the present and the future that concern us.
- Hiawatha, founder of the Iroquois Confederacy

Poetry
By aivey19 BRONZE
Greenwood, Arkansas
aivey19 BRONZE, Greenwood, Arkansas
1 article 0 photos 4 comments
MiraculousMiracles SILVER, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
5 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
We are all in a simulation,I am awake

Poetry
By Maddie10329 SILVER
Waynesboro, Mississippi
Maddie10329 SILVER, Waynesboro, Mississippi
5 articles 0 photos 5 comments
Poetry
By Summer_R_Quinn DIAMOND
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Summer_R_Quinn DIAMOND, Sioux Falls, South Dakota
61 articles 0 photos 238 comments

Favorite Quote:
If you chase two rabbits, you will lose them both.
- Native American proverb

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas

What is past is past -- it is the present and the future that concern us.
- Hiawatha, founder of the Iroquois Confederacy

Poetry
By Anonymous


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