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Stop Guessing my Bra Size

Stop Guessing my Bra Size

You ain’t getting anywhere near it
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Bhavnaa Narula
She Wears Her Betrayals with Pride

She Wears Her Betrayals with Pride

Each wound heavily earned
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Colleen Millsteed
The Guard of the Land

The Guard of the Land

Part prey, part hunter
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Colleen Millsteed
If Rhyming is a Crime

If Rhyming is a Crime

A fun-tastic poem
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Bhavnaa Narula
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Searching Under the Wrong Rocks

Searching Under the Wrong Rocks

Choosing foolishly based on the wrong outcomes
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Colleen Millsteed
A Celeb Made Me Cry

A Celeb Made Me Cry

I blame it to their appalling story
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Bhavnaa Narula
1 Clap or 50 Claps?

1 Clap or 50 Claps?

I leave that up to you
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Bhavnaa Narula
My Mathematical Spirituality

My Mathematical Spirituality

A balanced poem if you will
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Bhavnaa Narula
I Made Out With Melancholy

I Made Out With Melancholy

A melancholic obsession
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Bhavnaa Narula
Hey Bees, Come Sting Me

Hey Bees, Come Sting Me

A metaphoric confession
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Bhavnaa Narula
Antonym of Trust

Antonym of Trust

Poem
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A.H. Mehr
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