Stress Relief

He lowered his eyes as siaru came to empathise with him, the poet being in a similar situation, only with less demanding clients. suddenly, ellis leaned forward to within a snout-length away from siaru's face.

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Face The World

With this, they leapt at each other screaming, ready to fight to the death over the poet's memory. _'"do you ever think some of those who were remembered as prophets were just poets who people ended up taking literally?"

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Pages

#1 of poems a poet i will never be tiz poor and lifeless devoid of perfection pages blank pages upon scribbled i have the pen bleeds my heart but lies pages so many pages blank and arid dry and torn the emptiness it scorns

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The YOLO Sonnet

You only have one life to live one day that matters most let loose your love to solely give one poet as its host you'll clearly see it's no mistake once you remove all doubt let go and we will strive to make our love a strong redoubt

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Desperate Stand

You never get a true sense of the hero from the poets. in the theriad, the brave soldiers relish battle without giving death or dying a second thought.

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Getting Bi - A Poem

#6 of poet try happy end of pride month! sexuality is confusing, but that's okay. more stories in august, maybe sooner. maybe i got -- hots for thots or got some -- thoughts on knots maybe i am queer in the rear or i just have too much to fear.

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Behind Closed Doors

I am not the best poet, but i hope you enjoy reading what i share. i was short a submission to post today, sorry!

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One Dot Below the I (#5)

Nobody here and the air is tight as clingfilm an illuminated kitchen imposes itself with its clutter a toystore let loose under water but the distance to the i that films each who and every where equals zero after all entirely the day the aging poet

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Death... Is it truly the end?

Now, i wouldn't consider myself a poet, but yesterday i felt kind of... morbid yet tranquil, so i came up with this... this is for all of you who have gone and left this world...

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Poem- I want to fuck you up

#1 of poetry this is just something i wrote a while ago, im a poet mainly but i dabble in prose do you understand how you make me feel?

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[Commission] Chapter 2: Roguish story by the campfire assembly

You see, most orc poets strive to strike a balance between technique and content. i personally believe this comes from our heritage as warriors.

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not sorrow but .......

And me, hopefully my destany, but yet, i think, just why, if it is the way that the sky has said, i just can not here it, if you see me and i see you for who we realy are, can it not be that we are just way to far apart, for i am not a poet

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