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Mysterious Aries
Philippines    My Mind is a Dangerous Place...
Unknown
I got started with poetry a short time ago because of a friend... I may not be that good to some people, but I am …
Tasia Howard
19/F/Mountainburg, Arkansas   
Peter Pan
New York to Alaska    Occasionally I write something worth reading
Chalsey Wilder
22/Two-Spirit/Space    I missed you guys.
brandon nagley
Ohio,USA..    You can find me on Facebook Brandon Nagley Also on YouTube as Brandon nagley I speak prophecy news on my YouTube channel that matches biblically. …
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25/Canada    i write sins not tragedies? https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/
The uniVerse
England    There are dreamers and realists, but who knows if it's better to see the beauty in death or live forever in dreams?......... IG: the_____universe
Alli Michelle Davis
18/F/PA    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
AM
AM
Jakarta, Indonesia    let me vocal out the feelings that my heart cries inside Instagram @from.am
Nicole Dawn
Oklahoma    "Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth." ~ Ender's Game I love to talk, but I also have good listening ears. If you ever …
Amanda
Pittsburgh   
Austin B
Canada    02-02-1994
F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …
Maria
U.S.   
emily grace
Minnesota    poetry is something that comes natural to me, like the growth of my hair to the sun setting. i write from experiences and emotions i …
sanch kay
Hogwarts    here's to those firefly dreams that turn to ashes in the sunrise.
Love
If I haven't posted in a while don't think of me as gone. I remain here waiting for my inspiration to hit me in the …
a m a n d a
42/F   
Anna
“Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” -Holden Caulfield
ahmo
Portland, ME    nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Destiny Carlton
Big Bear Lake CA    What I want ..... a little shack and a big garden by some water with some chickens and a laundry line stretching across the back …
Steven Galyean Green
A window into my darkness.

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