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Prabhu Moorthy
India    A common man, who likes to read, write and share thoughts.. Hi.. Hello.. I'm glad we had this conversation.. Welcome to my world..
Feggyr Citack
"Give me a place to stand and I will move the earth." -Archimedes "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" -Franklin D. …
Curt A Rivard Sr
Connecticut    I am working on obtaining a degree in Mortuary Science. I hold credits in poetry and I am trying to use my talents in a …
bones
England    Just stuff
Mark Tilford
Louisville ky    Thinking - always
Mark Tilford
Louisville ky    Thinking - always
CK Baker
Vancouver, BC    ...until you've seen, this trash can dream come true...you stand at the edge, while people run you through...and I thank the Lord, there's people out …
Brittany Marie Bailey
Marco Mondragon
Rustle McBride
Delaware    rus·tle - /ˈrəsəl/ - verb: 1. a soft, muffled crackling sound. "the rustle of the leaves" 2. to round up and steal.
Alessander
Los Fucking Angeles    Post-punk digital disaster. SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/user-528777923
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Boston    We fall like snow in the sky Helpless and forlorn The next day We fall again
justanotherfool
India    All I am trying to do is make poems/songs out of the write ups from my journal. I do not know any rules as I …
St.Kitts    In what ever short time I have here, i want to open up your minds and teach you the things that i know. welcome to …
Taetso Tshegofatso Makutu
Nelspruit ,south Africa   
Renee Levy Cogan
20/F    fueled by a mahogany heartbeat
Jeff Stier
Western Oregon    Ars longa, vita brevis.
Siren Coast
East Coast enthusiast
David Ehrgott
EVERYWHERE!    All writing material are the intellectual property and copyright of myself, David Ehrgott. contact me for permission to use or print/reprint. Like me on Facebook …
PJ Poesy
Other side of the tracks    There is ordinary, and there is extraordinary. I would not dare try to fit myself in either category. Successes and failures are juggled in self …
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never …
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