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The night is still - frozen,
Goodbyes are forced, not chosen.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Apr 2017 Desolation
Anne Webb
How does it feel to be free?
Maybe unlike birds who fly high in the sky,
people can only feel free when they die.
I might write another poem on the topic of being free...
 Apr 2017 Desolation
Eric W
Never be ashamed to love.
It's all we ever have.
I want to talk to my Mom, tell her I love her, but it's almost midnight, and another call would surely wake her up.
 Apr 2017 Desolation
Cam
Forced trust breeds jealousies
and in loving shells grow enemies
 Apr 2017 Desolation
PSR
I Want To Be A Procrastinator.
Not Now, Maybe Later.
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