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Connecticut    Imagination; where stories are born and bred.
sirish Yerrapragada
Georgia    your average badass introspecteur
spysgrandson
Yes, I am the grandson of a spy--being perilously curious is part of my DNA.
Morgan Percy
lafoli3.tumblr.com 19 years old: writer, reader, blogger, student, &stuff
Powers
Boise Idaho    I actually suck at writing.
Nat Lipstadt
M/nyc    is this a poem, a cri de coeur, a confession - or a poetpourri of history of a journey tween naissance and
Jaymi Swift
America    I know I am simple, in verse and in rhyme, but it comes from my heart, so please be kind.
Mike Hauser
Sunny Florida    I'm a poet and I know it, I make a rhyme.... I make a rhyme................ CRAP!!!
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now    You can follow me on Twitter @jsirony John Smallshaw on Facebook also the 'pantechniconpoet' on Wordpress.com Website.. soundcloud YouTube blah, blah, blah ps so many …
Anderson M
Kyrz Beerz
Gregory K Nelson
39/M/Connecticut    Writer, Entrepreneur, Filmmaker, Proud American, Political Pragmatist #LoveWins2020 #whowillsaverockandroll poetry, plays, video: brickdumbsublime.blogspot.com prose: fightingcopsnaked.wordpress.com
Chaz Kirshcmann
GA   
lina S
Let me enlighten you Indulge your senses Guide you through my map Put down the fences Soak you up with loads of me Then spin …
Wolves and Lilies
Yellow Brick Road    A grenade wrapped in love letters.
Arrywill keepya smilin
Medford Oregon,    I am Jessica Applegate hit it up?' stay true to the realist, make proud stay loud, in a bad mood?. don't ever be rude. don't …
thevagabondking
A writer, radio show host, beer drinker, father of two cats and a devoted boyfriend. http://www.dennisdubay.net http://jadednoizeradio.tumblr.com
Neva Flores Varga Smith
53/F/Rochester NY    I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel because I choose not to. Fell face down and bumped my head on every feeling …
taylor roff
Portland    a means to an end is an end of what means
Old as the hills, young as the breeze. I believe myself to exist, but without external perception I cannot confirm it.
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