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by Poet on the Piano
I used to want to
follow in your footsteps...
It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...
by Rania Moallem
I was suddenly cast behind the bars
crashing into a burst of missing belongings...
by Megan Chapman
The mystery of words
Is their meaning...
Today, I reminded you
that this house will never...
A mother has lost her will to survive
as Beirut danced to debris...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long?