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UnreadBehind covers thick Ideas lie Waiting to be unsheathed Hiding from My prying eyesUnread
Pages yet unturned Text unread Information untapped Hiding from My prying eyes
She took the book away Wrenching it from my hands Throwing it in the fire White paper turns black ash Black ash crumbles to dust
Ideas still unlearned Books unread
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I feel like the Gnolls of Blackburrow... persecuted because I defend myself and hated because some moron who puts up a good act told them to slay me.
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My boyfriend is like Apollo, when he smiles it makes the sun come up.
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Friends
Chibinarusegawa Shainako Foxtrot101
My problem is I don't do well at critiquing political peices, or even understanding them, so this is where you amaze me because I understood your "Prices" poem, I think it was. The one that questions the government.
Good job, keep writing.
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I feel like the Gnolls of Blackburrow... persecuted because I defend myself and hated because some moron who puts up a good act told them to slay me.
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My boyfriend is like Apollo, when he smiles it makes the sun come up.
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Friends
Chibinarusegawa Shainako Foxtrot101
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There are no Pan-Asian supermarkets down in Hell, so you can't buy Golden Boy peanuts there.
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There are no Pan-Asian supermarkets down in Hell, so you can't buy Golden Boy peanuts there.
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