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15/Cis/NYC    "one day i will find the right words & they will be simple" - Jack Kerouac
CA Guilfoyle
F/Tucson, AZ    Being in nature and the wilds, this is my truest love. - My Poetry on Thru Media https://thrumediaarchive.online/poetry-of-ca-guilfoyle/ CA Guilfoyle aka CA Colbert
PelicanDeath
Utah   
Kitten
New York City    Kitten 19 Copyrights Reserved © Seek @cheekykittenn on twitter for more info.
Margaret Austin Go
26/F/Bulacan, Philippines    She loves music&singing in the shower/karaoke She also dances(in her room where no one sees except her sister and her dog)Sometimes she would indulge in …
diana
Thin air    I write, I remain. (new here)
Hannah Adair
I'm just a girl, an optimistic realist, driven by a dream.
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Leslie Zhang
California    broke unstable loser
Julia Plante
i love.
sabrina
the mountains    all monsters are human.
Roisin Sullivan
F/United States    Getting back into the swing of things
Fatima Ammar
Hammamet    Born and raised by her Tunisian parents in Southport, Merseyside, Fatima wasn't ever sure what her mother-tongue is (English or Arabic). In 2008, her family …
Terry Collett
Sussex, England    Terry Collett has been writing poetry since 1971 and prose since 1995 and stage plays in 2005. He is married with 8 children and 8 …
Lyra Brown
Beautiful things are fragile.
Mattea Marie
isabella leonora bech
denmark, copenhagen    english / danish 1997 - (?????)
Green
CR
I am not Allen Ginsberg but man would that ever be cool if I were
Nora Agha
I was born And I am not dead yet.
Peach
Texas    Elusive Violinist Buddhist Writer Curious Vietnamese/Irish Always late Unintentionally funny College kid You can find me somewhere by the sea, gliding a bow against vibrating …
pluie d'été
"We are alive to be who we discover before we die."
rainydaysunday
Hopefully I transfer stupid feelings into something a bit better. whatever All content belongs to me, please don't steal it, not that anyone would.
Karina Roman
May I live like the lotus, at ease in muddy water. "My wrists are rivers, My fingers are words" Charles Bukowski
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