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miyasmind
miyasmind Gifted Writer "we don't cry, we bleed on paper..."

10 PM Chronicles By @miyasmind

When you just sit and observe, but take nothing in. When you just stare into nothingness, but still see the dark. Copyright 2018 © by miyasmind All rights reserved.

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kaceymackwriter
kaceymackwriter Gifted Writer Words open doors. I like where they lead

Sinfully Skilled

I wrote this on Saturday and did some heavy revisions to it today. It's meant to be read like a soliloquy of someone arguing with another person that isn't really listening. Hope you enjoy!!

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tofu_tofu
tofu_tofu Silver Comma sleep is my second best friend

[Murder me, please.]

This ended up sounding weirder than I thought it would...

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watching_in_awe
watching_in_awe Gifted Writer I am human, and I need to be loved.

Copycats

I am an artist. I draw.

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dissonance
dissonance Gifted Writer everything in you is a lost dream

True nature in disguse?

It frightens me that I don't really know me.

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vs
vs Bronze Comma we are the champions, my friends

Carefree

A little POV change; things are not always what they seem.

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skylark
skylark Gifted Writer Back to Skylark :P

From Heaven To Oblivion

Sad poem, its a bit of a literal sympathy for the devil kind of poem, but if you don`t mind that, then enjoy :D

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ivoryannalise
ivoryannalise Commabassador You Never Walk Alone. 💜

A Dream Within a Dream

400 followers special!! (Took me long enough.) By Edgar Allan Poe

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kerryjohnstone
kerryjohnstone Gifted Writer Queer poet with a lot on their mind

Toxic Hope

sometimes i do whats bad for me because it sets me free

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leoshe
leoshe Gifted Writer Stories that last - Amateur Writer

"Young Eyes" A poem

My young eyes see the skies through colours of blue, red, yellow and grey. I often wonder how long this vision will stay. Will I forget the people's faces, I greeted yesterday. Is it alright for...

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