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What Love Is

What Love Is

Love is arms that feel like home, a heartbeat matching beat for beat your own.
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Elle Rogers
What Is Not a Trail of The Dusk?

What Is Not a Trail of The Dusk?

a poem
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Juan Ignacio
The Aim

The Aim

A Poem.
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J.D. Harms
Snowflakes

Snowflakes

A poem
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James Velten
Only a Month Left

Only a Month Left

A lot has happened on Scribe this month. Between the poets’ awakening, your interest in the French language, and the celebration of…
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Thomas Gaudex
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You taught me how to beat my mind’s disguise
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Emerald Breath

Emerald Breath

Why I love the solid mystery of trees
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Kat of Magik
It’s Always Cold in This City

It’s Always Cold in This City

When the world created time and space it wasn’t thinking about you.
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Ansel Guarneros
Love wasn’t a word still

Love wasn’t a word still

Believe me; a billion years ago, I bargained a bottle of melanin for a rounded object, I used to carve the nights where the incessant…
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Juan Ignacio
A Dose of Pure Venom

A Dose of Pure Venom

a poem
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Unraveling

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A poem.
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Jessica Lovejoy
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