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by Milly Hayward
This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know...
by Kitty Cat Lady
It's new sheets day
My favourite sleep of the week...
by Poet on the Piano
they won't ask if you're not presenting
a closed art gallery...
by BOB GALLO
Tick-tuck, tick-tuck she tiptoe walked
towards my door...
Last night, I had a dream
that she was dying...
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?