poem
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Why do you struggle to stifle your yawns? You’ll never stop the undulating waves- They’re inevitable as rising dawns. Take solace in the mysterious caves, Filled deep with treasures we can call our own. Go! Release life’s shackles that keep us slaves! Here, you are tasteless meat and brittle bones, Fast decaying into a walking…
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Pantoum: best described as a poem with a pattern of repeated lines from beginning to end (and best written with wine).
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Why does it feel like summer is already over? I remember when they felt endless never-ending infinite. I’d waste away hot, sticky, sunny days lazing away in our cold, damp basement – watching music videos on MTV until the moon lit up the sky. It seemed those days would never end in my forever summer.…






