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Jennifer McCurry
46/F/Arkansas, USA    I love words, they taste like chocolate.
Lila
Jillian Jesser
30/F/Ca    Iced-tea drinker, cigar smoker, a listener to songs that make you cry, writer of small lines that make big sounds. Still fond of Bible roulette.
Cascadia    we who share vestige of our intimate uniqueness, are different — just be you, that is your greatest strength —stay strong ... stay blessed — …
naǧí
F/Choctaw Nation    "Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve." ~J.K. Rowling
Roberta Compton Rainwater
76/F/Deep South    A contemplative who writes.
Lora Lee
I am a writer, of both poetry and fiction, since as long as I can remember. It is simply a part of who I am, …
r
r
NC    Life provides the contours, poets provide the shading and color ~ r All rights reserved.
Mary Winslow
Oregon    "Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light..." Dylan Thomas I have put up a …
Ma Cherie
F/Somewhere in Vermont....    Ma Cherie - that's me my darling I have a light that shines inside it brightly glows the way for me regardless - of where …
Lucrezia M N
37/F/Italy    I couldn't help but writing since the age of 14, still keeping on... for better or worse... ( Ps: I apologize my English is not …
Impeccable Space Poetess
Life♡Love    I'm no good at BIOS etc But~this is SO--GOOD:);):)<333 ...thanks for posting xour lovely poems... ❤ IMPECCABLE SPACE POETESS
Lancaster Massachusetts   
NuBlaccSoul
24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …
Leilani
Seattle    Someone once told me I'm gonna be one hell of a person when I get out on the other side.
Samuel Hesed
New York    ____________________________________________________________________ Check out my Website: https://whatweweretaught.com/ Hello, my name is Paul. My pen/middle name is Samuel Hesed. I am in love with Poetry, Philosophy, Space, …
traces of being
I really have no name    "Through a foggy window in the rain ― When you thought no one was watching ― Going through your memories like so many prisons to …

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