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lietzsche
lietzsche Abberation - to deviate from the norm.

I hate mirrors.

I hate mirrors.

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lietzsche
lietzsche Abberation - to deviate from the norm.

Untitled

Fumes. (Made some mistakes on a few panels, bare with me guys, hope you like it!)

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lietzsche
lietzsche Abberation - to deviate from the norm.

Your body is my canvas.

Your body is my canvas.

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lietzsche
lietzsche Abberation - to deviate from the norm.

Answers.

Answers. (For todays's prompt, thought I would try it submit!)

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poema
poema A young, hopeful poet... poema

A story about the feelings in my chest

Sometimes, I feel very lonely. Poetry has always been an easy way to vent for me. I hope you enjoy my poem. For the record, I am okay. But talking about my emotions provides me with a sense of comfort...

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serendipia
serendipia just another soul on earth.

Dormir junto a él

Un pequeño poema (si se puede llamar así) para mi persona especial.

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serendipia
serendipia just another soul on earth.

A cámara lenta.

Otro pequeño poema para mi persona especial. Un momento congelado en mi mente, y mi forma de expresarlo.

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poema
poema A young, hopeful poet... poema

Benjamin

A poem I wrote my lover a few months ago after he left.

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xabierramirezsa
xabierramirezsa Intento de escritor que busca expresarse

Fuí abusado

Mi historia que al fin puedo decir. If you don't know Spanish I could tell you in English

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poema
poema A young, hopeful poet... poema

In the Arms of He

A short poem based off of the way I felt when my lover left to join the Army. He and I are still apart, but remain together.

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poema A young, hopeful poet... poema

Runner

A short poem about grief and freedom.

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natalienordell
natalienordell passing through

Yo vivo en la luna con un jardín de los flores fríos. No hay el mar aquí, y no puedo ver el sol...

Translation!!: I live on the moon, with a garden of cold flowers. There is no ocean here, and I cannot see the sun. And although it is pretty here, every day is the same. Sometimes I want to return to...

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