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 Dec 2019
Poetic Eagle
I can't expain where it hurts
I can only feel my heart thundering trying to escape
As l become weak and spend hours sleeping trying to get it in place


Could this be just sadness
I hurting just cant explain where
 Sep 2019
B D Caissie
Phlox in a field leave a lovely smell in the air. Yet, the fragrance of them cannot compare to the scent on my pillow when last you were there...

©️
 Sep 2019
Jim Davis
Supposing I were to die
With the rising sun
of tomorrow’s day
Would you know
Would you care
Probably not
It’s not you dying

©  2019 Jim Davis
 Sep 2019
shil
They keep warning:
Love is CYANIDE.
It is lethal.

I keep cajoling:
It is OXYGEN.
The lack of it is.
 Sep 2019
BrokenPieces
No matter how far I run
I can't escape the thought of you
 Sep 2019
Eloisa
She loved and valued others
as exactly as they are.
Then proudly watched them as they changed to the truest and best versions of themselves.
 Sep 2019
Muzaffer
Talk short, good make love.
It is the continuation of the short you feel when making love.
Reality of the life.. :)
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