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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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DEJAVU
Please leave the light on! I dragged my hair in the mirror in a dark navy blue sea I sat in front of me-Tantalus ate my heart Dejavu is always my dreams. When I woke up, I was an amethyst stone And the broken glass was under me. Snakes were falling into the sky garden The last trumpet blew on my surface. On the silver-shining skin of an angel I darkened the sun. I walked on the ship of my skin, the Bosphorus was the daughter of Athena Hours are simultaneous geometry. A toy dead body is the pain of flesh on my cheek Please don't turn off the lights! My 1 year old is passing by the bridge at the end of my bed. His horse Yehuda's trumpet is constantly blowing A merchant is selling my photograph. I dressed, the paints flowing from the canvas to my soul Violets are rotting in the formaldehyde solution. The leaves are lynching the last mammoth of the forest We learned primitiveness. That's why our pain doesn't turn to the dawn A blurry moment... The mask I'm chasing is bleeding into my plastic body My angry, mad shadow is swaying. Blurry time... I'm bent over and swaddling my face. In Euclid's cadaver reflected in the glass... I'm scared, please leave the light on!
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