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Dear Someone,

I don't know who you are or why I had the sudden urge to write this. You could be anyone in the whole wide world. But for some reason, you were on my heart this morning. I haven't slept all night, and I guess staring at the ceiling makes one think about what really matters. You're one-of-a-kind, you know that? Not factory-made, not mass-produced, not something but someone. Even if you're a twin or triplet, you're uniquely and wonderfully you. There is something about you that no one else has, and that the world would be woefully without if it were taken away. From the curve of your eyelashes to the barest hint of a smile at one corner of you

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Dear Someone, by AetheriumDreams, literature

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Dear Someone,

Love by ThornErose, literature

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Love

love Someone asked me what is love is it good, is it bad is it awesome, is it terrible I honestly didnt know how to answer them. I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions Love is kind love is harsh love is wonderful love is terrible love is a cure love is a sickness love is LOVE love is hate love is meaningful love is pointless love shows the best in people love shows the worse in people love makes us speak truth love makes us lie love understands everything love confuses everyone love builds your life love tears your heart down love makes you smile love makes you cry love makes us cuddle love m

In Love, I Remain by CloudNumber8, literature

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In Love, I Remain

I hold the guitar against me But I'm afraid it just wont do No notes that I play could compare To the symphony that is you So who is the orchestrator Of this harmonic elegance The beauty of which sustains me With such a lasting resonance Angels, please sing us a chorus And paint the clouds so silver lined May she always dream in colour And may I always speak in rhyme One single whispered word from her Always seems to eclipse my pain With belief, hope and destiny Forever in love, I remain I hold the paintbrush in my hand Until creative thoughts will cease But no strokes could ever come close To your beautiful masterpiece Ea

What's Not Being Said by ScarletDevil1503, literature

beauty by Poetrymann, literature

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beauty

and beauty just happens if you will wait long enough - the sound of plants breathing under the snow, of red petals and green leaves bursting on the vine and climbing up over the roof, the sight of rain washing the hillside - a mosaic on the window and the scent that buries the laundry, fresh picked from the line on a june morning and how it feels on your skin when you first wake up lazy with the last dream and how she tastes - she tastes supple and fragile, something blooming just for you.

Girl as Poem by Poetrymann, literature

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Girl as Poem

She was once a verse by Baudelaire something about flowers that were loyal to none and I kissed her when no one was watching. She was a stanza by Byron who stood on the white cliffs of somewhere and praised her eyebrows. She is nothing like summer or a lost continent; her landscape is too bold for that. Her shoulders are not a country or a battle to be won. I thought she was a poem - Cynara, or maybe an ode or sonnet - words teased and woven that beat and bled upon my humble pen, not the flesh and blood of thighs and hips ripening beneath my gaze, waiting to be written.

Girl Through a Window by Poetrymann, literature

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Girl Through a Window

she is finely wired and defined. she likes opposites and nuances in her life but too much of a good thing worries her and she cannot read in the dark without wishing she was somewhere else and that her parents had never met or that autumn would not keep her waiting. men cannot speak when they first see her pass a window and they adore how she refuses to ride on trains or eat oranges without having her best shoes on. she likes their compliments and how the morning smells like brown paper after it rains and the steam that crinkles out of paper cups full of coffee. but she doesn't smile, because she is afraid that

Fading Laughter by idoartguy, literature

Stand Up by idoartguy, literature

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Stand Up

So many say they wish for change. So many brag that it would be so much better In their views. So many tell me, they tell me this world, society As it is is corrupt! Yet, Not one of them as put in the effort, Not one of them as gone out, Talked their ideas, or tried to change, Or really do anything about it. Perhaps it is the fear of exclusion? The fear that, because new colors arise, Accepted they will not be. You say you hate the people run the world, Though, you are too fearful to be pushed away From the very people you speak of? Humanity never ceases to amuse me.

The Galaxy Sings in B Flat by DarkDaria713, literature

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The Galaxy Sings in B Flat

The galaxy sings in B flat. Fifty-seven octaves below middle C, hundreds of thousands of tiny stars with little worlds trailing atmospheres in elliptical orbits. Double-star systems, triple-star, more; planets, civilisations, dark matter, tangible matter, all circling, swarming, humming together in one enormous note, not bumping together but carrying a wave from the centre of their island universe, expanding out into space… Sound cannot exist in a vacuum. This is a widely known fact. And space is a vacuum, sure. But only when you look at it from here, from our tiny little world. Close your eyes, zoom out, and look at the celestial

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