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mickey finn
30/M/liverpool, uk    golden
Edward S
Isolated from the World    "An author's writing opens a window into his or her head, allowing the readers to see the world the way the author see's it."
ry
ry
e. coast    literally just some guy (i wrote all of these when i was 16 sorry)
Dead Rose One
costa barnacla    particular white cloud formation of the moment at hand, shall stay in place, be the capstone of my summer living vision, become permanent part and …
jordan
Gabriel
40/M/Mile high    My heart is like the dirt of the earth, my mind like the clouds, and my love is as the river flows. Thank you for …
Sacrelicious
31/M/Hell    Welcome to my diary.
“From the flyer: “Their intent is to target street artists and vendors as a means of regulating and controlling the community’s use of public space, …
Àŧùl
33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ    A poet donning the hat of a Gazetted Assistant Audit Officer. Ex-SBI Probationary Officer '22. I self-publish on KDP. Published 10 different books and sequels …
Dracol Noir
in another realm.    What would there be to tell? I am an enigma; those who know me, don't know me at all.
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now    You can follow me on Twitter @jsirony John Smallshaw on Facebook also the 'pantechniconpoet' on Wordpress.com Website.. soundcloud YouTube blah, blah, blah ps so many …
wren cole
23/FTM/NC    the one that remembers
Anna-Mae
Kalamazoo   
Alexandra Provan
United Kingdom   
AK93
24/M/United States    A deadly disease masquerading as a masterpiece
David Patrick O'C
BarelyABard
Nowhere    I am a young man adjusting to sunlight. I guess that is all you need to know for now.
kgl
kgl
25/F    i'm still learning.
Sequestered
PHC    'Born with pens in hand, scrolls in my head and scripts in my heart…I scribble from my soul; and deep within my depth flows fountain …
ephemeral
tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? (all I've ever wanted, of course, was to matter)
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Stephan
Camp Johnson Crossing NW    “Violins are for sissies” she said “I play violin” I answered “I like sissies” she replied
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