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Poetic T Aug 2017
Silence's deadly

    Oh my god dad.....

That stinks...
my death will be humour... smell my goodbye
Nylee Jun 2017
Each frame
all the same
just about different name
Timothy Ward Jan 2016
morning frost
sparkling in the sun
drops of dew
This is a variant on the Lune - 9 words/11 syllables to communicate transition from night to day cold to warmth with utter minimalism.
Cíara McNamara Sep 2015
You cannot be found,
if you've never been lost.
Nicholas Cassidy May 2015
He kissed his fate on the lips and jumped.
Caroline K Nov 2014
If your arms are Boston, than I miss home.

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