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the thing about rhyming
is all in the timing,
much like a dance
melodically flowing
to the poets creative chance.
 Sep 3 Kalliope
Sofia
My lover has the hand of an artist,
The heart of a poet,
The brain of a genius,
And the ear of a musician,
The most rare mix of beauty and tragedy.
i opened my window
and the wind blew in
turning over a page
telling me
that it was time
to start a new chapter
 Sep 2 Kalliope
LL
owning a pencil
must come with a sharpener
or skills, and a blade
 Sep 2 Kalliope
YouMe
Like a hangnail,
Flayed back and bleeding.
I've been picking at this festering wound.
The stinging pain is the only reminder.
 Sep 2 Kalliope
YouMe
Numb
 Sep 2 Kalliope
YouMe
If I was told
To list the similarities between
My emotions
And your love.
It would be that I can't feel
Either one.
 Sep 2 Kalliope
Ranita
I have
No one

I’m left hiding
From everyone

I’m clinging
To the past

With weight
On my back

Is there a point
To my screaming

With no one
To hear
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