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Flirting With Intent.
When a casual glance or throwaway remark sets in motion life changing events. It can be said that maybe, just maybe, we are flirting with intent.
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- 1015 reads
Shrink Wrap
SHRINK WRAP. sneak She despises my bad attitude. She says I rarely smile. I try to force a grin? It takes me quite a while. She thinks I'm far too...
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- 1227 reads
Jungle Kitchen Fire
When you know its going to be one of those days!
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- 563 reads
Zenith,Mishap,Vengeance
Murder and revenge
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- 644 reads
ALL LOVED UP
mad simply mad try and understand it
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- 411 reads
ANGER
When the world is so confused wouldn.t this be the solution read on...
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- 482 reads
A Quarrel of Dark
Poem refering to the apocalypse
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- 874 reads
Whiskey
Small Bottle of Whiskey a man passed me eyes to the ground, clutching a small bottle of whiskey a bottle of water and a packet of salt and vinegar...
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- 1379 reads
Otherwhere
A name I used in my RPG, but now it's part of a poem
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- 934 reads
When We Meet Again
I'm sure we will meet again
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- 1929 reads
The Eighth Wonder
A journey to find the eighth wonder of the world and another journey too.
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Break for Freedom
Stuck in a late-night casualty ward: Crispin's idea of hell. There must be some way out..
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- 667 reads
Death of the Poet
Five minutes prior to his death, he made use of a stained rotary dial phone, its duct-taped parts precariously clinging to each other. His speech was slurred but his interlocutor - a fan - thought it nothing extraordinary.
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- 374 reads