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poems by YasminTriganza
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poemsby Yasmin Triganza
Welcome to my chaotic world. Hope you enjoy these poems.
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A New Start (Poem about being you) by IzekStuff
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A New Start (Poem about being you)by IsaacStuff
make u feel better i hope
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Ruminate by HopesWordS
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Ruminateby HopesWords
To ruminate • To go over in the mind repeatedly and often casually or slowly
Nefarious  by lovesoslh
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Nefarious by J<3
My wicked 2am thoughts
Relatable Poems by Butterflyvibez
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Relatable Poemsby ♡sage♡
Hi! These are just some poems, and short stories that I think are relatable. This is my own work, please do not copyright 🙂 🙏
Poetry Book by Milkmanmaya
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Poetry Bookby Milk/Maya
A collection of poems maybe
The Monsters That Never Sleep  by AarchieSaxena
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The Monsters That Never Sleep by shadowhunter
Hi everyone, this is a collection of poems that are inspired by the monsters we all face,
MY LIL TREASURES by messerene
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MY LIL TREASURESby serene mess
A compilations of oneshot stories with different genres, poetries, poems, letters, and random thoughts. <3// :)
Mind And Matter by KaleMorgan
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Mind And Matterby Kale Morgan
The mind is a place full of illusions and imaginations and with great thinkers comes a great world.
Spoken Poetry by afelynaaaaaa
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Spoken Poetryby Afebarcaaa
This are just random thoughts of mind. This comes in 3 languages: Waray-waray, Tagalog & English. Hope you all will like it. Thank you.
Disintegration of the Muse by HarvardMcPenName
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Disintegration of the Museby Harvard McPenName
Trying to show my more serious side I suppose. I've written many poems over the years, thought it would be fun to share.
Everything About You; [Larry Stylinson boyxboy fan-fiction 1D] by stinging
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Everything About You; [Larry Styli...by ☁
I took a deep sigh before trying to remember the good times. I turned to Louis' grave smiling weakly. "Louis? I know you can't hear me, but you're watching. Remembe...
Desirable peace  by Makayla_shipp21
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Desirable peace by Makayla’s poetry
After you finally focus on the beauty and the ugly you begin to desire what I call tranquility. You want to see more, you began to grow with curiosity.