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#482161voted by our readers
Insatiable Thirst
By Sarah♥ SILVER
Milford, Connecticut

There's about to be a fatality If you don't set the record straight I want the harsh reality Not these cushy lies I hate You try to protect me All you do is deflect me And th...
Sarah♥ SILVER, Milford, Connecticut
7 articles 0 photos 6 comments
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#482162 Poetry
See Me
By sesquipedalia SILVER
Sydney, Other
sesquipedalia SILVER, Sydney, Other
5 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Nowhere's now here smelling of junipers.

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#482163 Poetry
Invocation
By Adrienne321 GOLD
Campbell, California
Adrienne321 GOLD, Campbell, California
14 articles 0 photos 4 comments
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#482164 Poetry
Looming
By Shananigans13 SILVER
Quezon City, Other
Shananigans13 SILVER, Quezon City, Other
7 articles 8 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It&#039;s better to regret doing something than regretting not doing anything at all.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Better to be late than never.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Regretting is always at the end.&quot;

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#482165 Poetry
TRUE 2 ME
By Mrz.kookie BRONZE
Charlotte, North Carolina
Mrz.kookie BRONZE, Charlotte, North Carolina
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments
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#482166 Poetry
Empty Space
By Anonymous
#482167 Poetry
Our Time
By IAmHere BRONZE
Marion, Ohio
IAmHere BRONZE, Marion, Ohio
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Insanity is doing something over and over again expecting different results.

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#482168 Poetry
My Relationship with Math
By cookie_monster99 GOLD
Manalapan, New Jersey
cookie_monster99 GOLD, Manalapan, New Jersey
17 articles 2 photos 6 comments
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#482169 Poetry
the killer you are
By billlover420 GOLD
Justin, Texas
billlover420 GOLD, Justin, Texas
12 articles 0 photos 70 comments

Favorite Quote:
Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.  People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger,The Catcher in the Rye,

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#482170 Poetry
Villanelle
By Anonymous