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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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Reality Hides
Embraced by unfortunate solitude consumed within a bitter aftertaste, despair. Eyes seeing through everything with frustrated wonder minus awe. The ground holds still yet barely, hopeless-a heartbeat whispers hardly loud enough to choose. Gasping for purpose. Love's dying. Reason fades. Eyes close open. Hope begins to perish. Grief, loss, shame-so much heavier than every fabric of gravity which pulls never giving yet always taking. Taking. Feet want nothing more than just to run. Afraid of shadow and reflection. The heart argues as the mind complains, refusing to use their inside voices. It's declared "crazy" by lips attached to those who laugh in the illusion of secret unable to understand admitting the inability offers less than more. Love's dying. Reason fades. Eyes close open. Hope begins to perish. Breathing hurts still, never brought on by the pressure of touch yet by what remains locked behind the smallest door with the largest locks-the "skeletons" knock and scream angrily refusing to be ignored any longer. 100,000,000 feet up and.... Fall. The gift "up" came without receipt so it cannot be returned or given away. No one will take it. Yet. Love dies. CLEAR! Reason fades. LIGHTS!! Eyes close open. BREATHE!!! Hope wants to begin again. RESURRECTION?!!!!
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