Interrogations Poems - Poems about Interrogations

... Start ~ by going in reverse despite the notions of value what would one less layer reveal every drop of carefully placed chaos just peeled away leaving a sim......

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...QUESTIONS…. They thought my dinnertime inquiries about their days at public school were interrogations, investigations pursuant to suspicions of misbehavior, missing homework, dissatisfaction......

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...Introduction: once again I incorporate my trademark penchant to fabricate fictitiously portions of the following poetic endeavor can you care to discern fact from fiction? Attempts at life......

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...You don't have to see this: You don't have to stress the eyes Cause you won't understand Yes! You would not You don't have to... Nothing is wrong! You don't have to read my poem You will with......

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... Trucker Duckie His P.I.C handle is: TRUMP DOGG Road incorrecto políticamente rolls his 18-wheeler Hogg Transporting border illegals is the Primary cache crop haul Outfoxi......

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...The very moment I experienced her attitude, she lifted me to quite an altitude. Her perfumed demeanor and composure, was to me an extreme exposure. It all started with a gorgeous walk..then followe......

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...When my days seem to be Full of obscurity and desolation And when my vision seems unclear and blurred When the world becomes An arctic and void atmosphere I find aspiration in you Never in m......

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...I addressed the young stranger sitting alone on a park bench: "Hi, I'm Jason Bills." His handshake was firm, his smile uncertain but warm. "Hello, Jason. I--I don't know my name or where I am!" ......

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...Nuthin’….. I do it all the time… been doin’ it all my life y’know….nuthin’ Started early – as a kid during Mom’s interrogations “Where were you?” “OUT.” “Who were you with?” “NO ONE.......

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...Zena hailed from the Zeta Reticula star system and she was bored with the military’s handling of her. Day after day of interrogations and discussions for weapons or space travel. barbed wire s......

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...Tonight's episode... When rumor meets reality, what truth shall shake loose as your body surrenders to temptation rising? Resolved to perform interrogations and coercions that land on ......

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...dancing to the rhythm of my world it helps me to ignore you and the force of the grip that pulls you the rhythms heard are the medicines of my motion it is then when i can truly be free even in co......

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...To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide (Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt excla......

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...A crowded table, all suspended in shock The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’ Only silence, except for the marching clock The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNN......

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...I am the vampire, is this thing on? As I said I'm merely a pawn. NOW you're recording? I am the vam--oh bother it all! Must we do this in the bathroom stall? Wolfman took the girl, anyway. He's alway......

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