THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin? Like a house of cards, oneblow from caving i n?Do you ever feel Already buried deep six feet under? Screams but no one seems to hear a thing? Do you know that there's still a chancefor you.

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let the bridges I burn light the way...

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If you are used to a soft keyboard....

Touch typing for the win

A typewriter is an act of poetry

Is there anything mew. I mean, new. Is there anything new? I am new. What? oh. Yeah. Sorry. I mean, I do love you. Yes. It's Not my fault. I feel sick. Yes, I really am sorry I own a typewriter too. It sees more action than I do.

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Just go with it,Just go with it, she said, not realizing the awesome impact.I'm in love with the place I live with someone's eyes that I have fallin' into.

-maryv benoit in love

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I am in love with the girl I brought here but she has no idea

Well, she might... I love you, Chels

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just came out to my parents as non binary trans. they accepted me. i want to work for this statement to not be a surprise anymore. sincerely, chella man

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let books be your best friend on nights when you feel alone. loving you has been like nothing I have ever felt before. this amazing something I was always meant to do, an emptiness I am always trying to fill. I am certain I will never be full and satiated with you. oh how happy I am to try. I have so many things i want to say to me. I choose not to others I cannot find words for.

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I like big butts and I can't deny.

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The longer I live in New York

The smaller and smaller it feels

This frightened me until

I realized it was only because

so much of New York was now

inside me.

So I have to make more space.

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the only thing standing in the way of you is yourself and your fears. bliss is sitting in a movie theater with your mom, stuffing your face with dumplings from chinatown, and having your lips stained red from the cherries sold by a street vendor.

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like likes like like love loves love

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happy poetry month

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hey, where's the good bread in the city?

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something original, of all the things i lost, i miss my a lot all the things i lost, i miss my mind the most.

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There once was an ugly barnacle. The barnacle was so ugly that that everyone died.

The End.

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Civil War : Chapter 2 "The Fallout" Feb 6 , 2007

Steph : Hey guys good to see yall again. Like I was saying what is the earth. Hey kid this your life don't waste this shit and live your dreams, don't wait for the perfect time, take your time and make it perfect.

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Everyone is writing a poem, so I am NOT going to do thatbecause I don't feel like it.. no sir instead I am going to write that I am taking a break.And instead will just write have a nice day and don't think too much

- Marina Arabella Davis.

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I am at the Strand.Am at the Strand.At the Strand. The Strand. Strand I am.

--James B. Nicola 4/23/l7

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your life is your life, let it be caged in the dark zoo of endangered dreams.--Matt Frati, Poet, RI.

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You smell like coffeeAnd madness -- dug a hole for my new rosemary bush.It will be perfect for my roast chicken widespread arms are not empty, they are full of craving. all that is within for you, is of our satiation saving, our hearts attempt to mourn in the innumerate belaying.-- Lenore M. Rheaume, Poet, Rhode Island