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 Nov 2018
JDL
Hundreds of years gone
With a few swings of an axe
Amber tears, so long...
So many ancient trees are lost each year. May this poem serve as both a memorial and a dedication to what has been lost.
 Nov 2018
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
 Nov 2018
Micah G
The mist flows freely
Of it’s own free will, kind of.
In and out of the light
Yes I know it’s 5-7-6... Danrin Excess Syllable on The Last Line Style lol
 Nov 2018
jerely
a sun will arise
another day welcomes you,
wrap and shine brightly.
do your best in every opportunity
that open your door.


jerelii
november 11,2018
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 Nov 2018
juliet
i hear my mother
crying behind me, making
me up my meds now
#depression #mother #hear #words #crying #meds #medication

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