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Somewhere
Beyond the wasted years I claw back time Bundles of hours Crumpled into fists Enveloped by wrinkled fingers Salted with agony I scrape a burial mound...
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Never Let It Go
. Never Let It go By Paul McCann The heart is filled with emotions , it can sometimes tear us apart , with trauma and sadness pain and despair , tit...
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- 276 reads
After Dark
Secrets of the night shared with you, something we both enjoy to do, warbling on for hours and hours like chiff chaffs in perfect togetherness, with...
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Hey Boss! You, I miss.
Hey Boss! You, I miss. Immortalize a mortal man his deeds in his life span Deeds done or undone flaunts man in common but a rare few stay unsung...
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- 425 reads
Lost and Found
Lost and found. We discovered each other in lost and found. You were a treasure chest washed up on the beach when my toe stubbed against you...
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- 364 reads
Talking to myself ( a old lady looking back at her life)
Tick tonk, tick tonk dame clock. You know each tick and that second-hand goes and another bit of life goes. But then again oh well I don't know. You...
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The Komsomol - Part Two
They set off together, the two of them. Pavel was the oldest person there, apart from the camp director. At twenty-eight it was his final year...
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The Komsomol - Part One
The ladder creaked and little clouds of dust followed behind the boy as he climbed down through the trap. "What are you doing up there, Sacha?" He...
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Seven Months now, or Eight.
Seven months now? Or eight? Is the Texas sky still blue? Or black with the corpses of those who should have lived. Does Karen still tend her garden?...
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- 322 reads
Your Eyes
Emeralds and diamonds Glittery glances Beneath fine lashes Speak to me of mischief Awe and promises. My thoughts spin and twist; You hold me Bring...
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- 285 reads