“Turn the handle,” she said. “Go into the room… …tell me what you see.” It…
Poetry
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if I were an instrument I’d be your Spanish guitar fine tuned to your fingers…
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Driving aimlessly down a one way road hoping this feeling is never ending your face…
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Letters become words Words soon sentence All within the heart Cavity tenses Vowels start to…
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“When did you realize that?” – he asked. Frozen, words were incapable of forming a…
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To the man I will love unconditionally, In a perfect world nothing else would matter,…
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A blank page May seem intimating Until your face Drowns my thoughts with hope. Every…
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Red sheer colored canopy Velvet keeps her safe She lies within Imagining a clouded Carpeted…
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A glance into the past When his eyes gleamed For her affection A shy smile …
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Red as the color In a box reflecting the Rainbow A child’s little fingers Selects…