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- The Liar at allpoetry
THE LIAR / When the night turned cold and still, / she went outside for a stroll, / and from the forest, loud and shrill, / a saddened, mournful howl arose. / The g - Burn, Baby, Burn at allpoetry
If I could burn your memory, / like your poems, promises, lies, / I would build a bonfire to light the night skies. / And sit and listen to the crackling wood, / and watch the smoke rise and dis - Brazen Eyes at allpoetry
I had a friend once. A good friend.
I shared some of my emotions-in-verse; published a page or two... - His Hands - Chapter 1 at storywrite
Trev looked dead.
He was sprawled out in his living room, laying on his stomach, and he was completely stark naked. I remember, because Trevor was always easy to remember t
