Poetry

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THE LAST BREATH

On the bed yet I lie, I feel all tissues failing me I feel all senses fading from me I see all faces living dead My memories come rolling Like

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The Morning Poem

This is not a love story I saw our silhouettes dancing against the stone backdrop That is my heart It is a monument, It represents a myth that was once

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TEENAGE POEMS: THE LOVEMAKING

FOREWORD: I came into my sexuality at a young age. I accepted it before I had grown out of my teenage years. And as with every turbulence I have undergone

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TO A FRIEND DYING YOUNG

KD’s very first poem as written by Rapu’m. I was going to publish one of mine but he beat me to it. Have a read below and enjoy. As the name