Thinking Anonymously
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Swallow.A Poem by Thinking Anonymously |
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Treasure the Scar.A Poem by Thinking AnonymouslyMourning for a love that was; that is no longer. That is still a mustard seed in my heart. For JM . |
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I can't remember the title.A Poem by Thinking AnonymouslyAbout living with trauma related memory loss. |
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Love, sex and escapism.A Poem by Thinking Anonymously |
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F**k fairytales.A Poem by Thinking AnonymouslyA drunken ramble. |
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A train in late summer.A Story by Thinking AnonymouslyDiscriptive writing. |
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