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  • I am...not

    HI again. This is a poem I did this year. And as I always say,read, comment, check, review, correct if necessary. I'd really like some help with this poem. (It's ...

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  • The grief

    One dark night she shouted to herself as her beated like fire and went rigid a stone. The coldness of the night embraced her twith its dak blanket and covered ...

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  • Heavenly dark dream

    NO. Don't fall let him reach out to catch you before you fall in the deep dark despair that surrounded your days. Stop feeling. Come out of your sadness and ...

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  • Nothing can be compared to you

    Not the morning lights or the dying days.Not the living tree or the darkened night.Nothing can be compared to you.Nothing in the masterpiece of this world can be compared to ...

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'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights