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Eternal

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Becks • 529d

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Idonthaveaname • 528d

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Wolfgang • 526d

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Wolfgang • 526d

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Amaria • 521d

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Quen • 520d

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Annika • 520d

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Jasmine Amari • 523d

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Jasmine Amari • 523d

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Eternal• 529d

I don't really intend on reading this one because people seem to really like reading my fucking poems. So you know what? I'm gonna leave it up to y'all this time. Go ahead. Give it a quick read. Enjoy yourselves. Because this one is a good one. Another good one that I quite like. It's called Your Ground.

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Becks• 529d

When you look when you speak when you breathe do you feel the Earth Move around you do you see the stars in the sky do you feel the vibrations in your bones to feel of the holes in your chest do you see the stars spangle in gold

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Becks• 529d

When you stand do you feel the Earth Move around you do you see in the dark sky go grey do you see the blue behind the clouds do you see the purple in my eyes do you wonder about the star-spangled in gold do you consider the pain I felt inside my bones

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Eternal• 529d

Damn, don't stop there. Not gonna lie, that's the best one yet. Extra points for sounding mad sexy with it, not gonna lie. Shit, that was good. Why'd you stop? You were actually reading better than I fucking could. God damn. It's my fucking poem! At least let me read it good, Jesus Christ. Damn. That is fucking... 10 out of 10. 10 out of 10. Just saying.

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Becks• 529d

When you run do you feel the breeze the hairs on your skin the fire in your chest the blazing in your eyes do you see the goal do you feel your warmth do you feel the Sun does it make you whole

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Becks• 529d

When you walk away when you run your heart out when you breathe the air Will you stand your ground

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Eternal• 529d

i can't clap with the button on my fingers so i mean but like i i i i don't know what to do but like thank you much much much appreciated very good very good thank you thank you very much

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Eternal• 529d

someone come slap the fuck out of me i just said mucho gusto like like that's good job like i look at me okay listen to me when i say this i'm fucking high cut me some slack but someone better slap the fuck out of me for that one like how is my spanish so bad bro like i can't formulate a fuck i'm trying so hard but i'm not getting anywhere with it

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Becks• 529d

There are trees and say thank you I write and perform my own poetry as well so I do enjoy meeting like-minded creatives on here keep at it

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Eternal• 529d

like deadass all i had to say was gracias that's all i had to say but here i am saying mucho gusto which is nice to meet you in spanish

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Eternal• 529d

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I forgot that's how you Applaud For poetry. I didn't I completely forgot fucking forgot about that like the alliteration all the things about making poetry I remembered but like this social part out my brain Autism, ah, I'm gonna shut up now

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Dazhone Finley• 519d

Транскрибируем...

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Wolfgang• 526d

When you look, when you speak, when you breathe, do you feel the earth move around you? Do you see the stars in the sky? Do you feel the vibrations in your bones? Do you feel the holes in your chest? Do you see the stars spangle in gold? When you stand, do you feel the earth move around you? Do you see this dark?

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Wolfgang• 526d

Do you see the dark sky go gray? Do you see the blue behind the clouds? Do you see the purple in my eyes? Do you wonder about the stars spangled in gold? Do you consider the pain I have felt inside my bones? When you run, do you feel the breeze, the hairs on your skin, the fire on your chest, the blazing in your eyes?

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Quen• 520d

Do you look when you speak, when you breathe? Do you feel the earth move around you? Do you see the stars in the sky? Do you feel the vibrations on your bones? Do you feel the holes in your chest? Do you see the stars spangling out? When you stand, do you feel the earth move around you? Do you see the dark sky go gray? Do you see the blue behind the clouds?

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Quen• 520d

I'd continue for I think my am my home reading voice is kind of going away Oh I very much like this is like one of my first cause everybody and everything

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Annika• 520d

Do you feel the vibration in your bones, BG?

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Jasmine Amari• 523d

When you look when you speak when you breathe do you feel the Earth move around you do you see the stars in the sky do you feel the vibrations in your bones do you feel the holes in your chest do you see the star spangle windows when you stand do you feel the Earth move around you did you see the dark skies go gray do you see the blue behind the clouds do you see the purple in my eyes do you wonder what the star-spangled and gold do you consider

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Jasmine Amari• 523d

Do you consider the pain I felt inside my bones? When you run, do you feel the breeze? The hairs on your skin? The fire in your chest? The blazing in your eyes? Do you see the goal?