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Young Love

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saiun

Published: Jun 19, 2015

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eye to eye, smiling
at the top of the slide —
fireworks already

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prettyflour

Mar 10, 2016

This has been featured in my journal.

W is for WordsWords.
Just a few or a pile of them
rearranged for our reading pleasure.
Enjoy and show these fantastic authors some LOVE.
Let's start with some poetry.

A few pieces from Flash Lit February
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A few haikus!

Two pieces by the fantastic :iconfridgepoetproject: FridgePoetProject
The Daily Magnet #348 by FridgePoetProject
The Daily Magnet #344 - BOP by FridgePoetProject
And last, but certainly not least, prose.
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