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The Voices Project - POETRY LIBRARY
It all comes down to stars, picking twinkling appearance or depth, glowing quickly or staying for decades clutching your personal, side, never going away fingers as small as minutes. Author Bio: Mr......
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after Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare Cool air spiced with drying, dying leaves reminds me of my husband and a sonnet written by Shakespeare to his love, likening his...
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The Voices Project - POETRY LIBRARY
POETRY LIBRARY
Cool air spiced with drying, dying leaves
reminds me of my husband
and a sonnet written by Shakespeare
to his love, likening his dropping hair
to autumn trees and death. A real ...
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If you leave now I will spend the rest of my time searching for you searching for fragments of you in other people searching for anything that even comes close to recreating any of the memories I...
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The slumped city a dome of silence-- souls remanded to limbo, quartered in nuclear barracks The only rustle-- a hubbub of switches, shepherding photons along twisted...
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Your struggle is not my struggle when your skin color gives you the right to life. When your white son or daughter steps outside the door, white privilege protects them. When my black son or daughter....