Long Type o Poems

I think I’ve gone on nearly every diet know to woman.
My journey started after age fourteen.
Before then, I was like a fan of “eat all that you can.”
Sparse eating days were far and few between.
My...

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Canny remember this Lass's name,
but fur the poem's sake let's assume she's Jane.
'Jane ' this per wee soul had fingers lighter than a blidy feather,
aw things within her sicht yea had tae tether.

Wartime is no...

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Anecdote:
For a nuptial effort, I was editing a photograph, my former husband, and his two classmates, as we were proposing for one, not all of them!
Posters are problematic these days, with every hotline too!
Please ignore,...

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i am not a beatnik
ive been called hipster
i am not a caucasian
blood type O positive
I live in the house i was raised in
i destroyed it and rebuilt it
the discovery of my identity
i hit my head...

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In search the bestowed become...

From front lines...infiltrate disguise...

though weary...they are nurtured...

from a higher...they yet not realise...

A distant fire...burning bright...

...Deep raw passion takes to flight...

We walk with wisdom, 

Wither the storm...

With tolerance and love,
We are restored...

To...

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Just skip to the scary part ...
Tricka coniculus
is arriving October soon

Lepus all be aware;
gotta treat the leper fearful ...
whose spotty, fretful poor hearts 
can’t stand
to hear more gloom and doom

Triage placebo coping band-aids 
are in...

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Nothing compares to your hands
I bathe in your warmth
the hollow of your armpit
is my shelter...

It cannot be helped
we can't be anywhere
except together...

I'd like to paint you
I choose crimson
my fingers touch your blood
life springs from your...

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My teacher who thought sun-bathing made her well-red,
graded me average, she was mean to the power hundred.

She was once a banker, but after some time lost interest,
wanted to be a pilot, her career could take...

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Your life is still on my mind

The way you laugh 

And the way you unwind

My eyes can see nothing but you

In my deepest dreams of hope to come true

Your photo is all i have left...

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I am my Facebook page
A list of lists
I am a picture with a filter
A tag in someone else's post
 
I am my SAT score
An expensive page with bullet points
I am my resume
A copy/paste letter of...

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As the candles burn
our desires are set free
physically your body whispers delight
enticing the beast that slumbers within

My will I give to you
your love I now serve
as your seductive actions speak louder
enraging the beast locked within

praying...

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Here’s a little something you might like to know.
You're a universal donor if your blood is type “O”.
You may have type “A”, or perhaps type “B”,
You may even possess the type known as “AB”.
“AB” is...

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