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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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Your eyes swollen from the tears no one sees, Your throat is dry from screaming to a god who doesn't listen, Your legs tremble from running after something that doesn't exist, You bleed but the blood is on your own hands for it. You bask and twirl, showing grace, Your dress flows along, designed with lace, A pretty white, pearls and beads, Your hair put up, face unseen, You dance a show, elegant and nice You change your makeup, once or twice, Or should I call it a disguise? A pretty face to hide the vice. The white turns red, Your fingers drip, Still you dance, and screaming begins, The curtains fall, your mask melts, The lilies replaced with a rotten smell You perform for others, maybe even yourself, Maybe that's why you can't seem to love yourself, The metallic scent will fill the air Until no one will wanna be around you, The white lillies stained red The curtains torn, stage a wreck, Glass on the floor, barefoot you. Still you'll dance, twirl and jump. Ashes will fall, along with fire, You'll hold it close for warmth you want Your arms will swell, turn red and burn Still you'll hold on, until there's nothing left. No stage, no audience, not even you.
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