| The end is nigh
| | Grabbing her pillow tight | | Words: | 242 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Walk
| | My footsteps take me away | | Words: | 115 | | Comments: | 47 | | Status: | Public |
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| Unreasoned
| | Do we not gladly drink our ancestorâ??s blood? | | Words: | 132 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Waa waa pedals
| | The sliding dry touch caressing anticipation | | Words: | 228 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Shotgun ride through
| | A real hangover of a relationship it was, so this is what i think of us now. | | Words: | 208 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| The monkeys are screaming
| | Spoken word poetry, a description of things that i have read about in papers that anger me. I'm not that good with stanzas and technical stuff. So forgive me my errors, tell me about them but be gentl | | Words: | 460 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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