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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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Anima
what to do for spilt blood, naught else but to write, urgently before it dries, dies, these words, would produce little affect, had they been vein written, draw red out from the surface, blue or black, as stilled waters they run, deeper, drowning in depths opaque, ink this is my blood, perception and repetition, the unwelcome servants of time, suffer through reliving, side effect of the subjective, by the cliffs the wind, toils but never tires, a stranger to love's bidding, floating upon the sea like fog, fall through the frame, never down but inward, windows of sight close, veiled they drift away, the mind recedes within, even as imagination projects, ether dreams keep the gates, the soul confined insensible, night and its oceans, run on from Marathon, the conscious life provides no cross, examination another season staring vacant, these walls can speak, only my name, guilt is the nightmare you know, will come tonight, premonitions of a past, that is present, the faithfulness of a familiar spirit, history and hypothesis press, on both sides, until all condenses to singularity, a point abstract and finite, nonexistent, guilt is an alter no sacrifice satiates
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