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Sonnething #1
By Anonymous

I kept my roses in the rain and found the ink began to stain. The blackest Black dripped asphalt Black my ears were blind to their attack. And gentle tugging turned to rips th...
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Don't want to grow
By itsmekarli GOLD
Deep River, Connecticut
itsmekarli GOLD, Deep River, Connecticut
10 articles 1 photo 1 comment
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The Titleless Book
By Anonymous
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Teenage Years
By fashionista94 BRONZE
Demarest, New Jersey
fashionista94 BRONZE, Demarest, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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A Wonderful Game
By Anonymous
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Deadly Music-Silenced Voices
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.

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Giving Up
By Anonymous
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Carry Our Nation
By Anonymous
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Dreaming Free
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.

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Dear Mother,
By Anonymous