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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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'Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away And the hardest part of living Is just taking breaths to stay' This is my favorite quote from my favorite song, because I feel as though it really captures how we feel when people we love leave us. My best friend and I sang this on a beach in the rain two years ago, not long before he left my life. Sometimes I see him in the street and think I wonder if he ever felt like this. Damp sand between our freezing toes, stuck together in clumps Like those special summer days, that bled into one another The air was ice that wrapped its bony fingers Around our shaking wrists, and fingers and throats We sang to warm our bones Sang to a faceless being To the raging ocean's hands that grasped towards us, ever closer Sang to the clouds, that danced to our tune Their massive grey shapes shaping and misshaping the sky Sang to Time Our fingernails sifting through, our last few moments And we were sad but we were living; miserable at best. Miserable at Best – Mayday Parade.
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