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TeenInk "I'm a firm believer in Karma." - Emma Watson in Sofia Coppola's The Bling Ring featured at Cannes Film Festival... http://t.co/AtwVoR8xyT

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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The sun cascades over mournful mountains, tick tock, tick tock the wind a ghost’s gentle caress tick tock, tick tock They all know the fruit has been bitten, tick tock, tick tock And so she is as a pig lead to slaughter, tick tock, tick tock The man’s grip sweaty, an eager grin g...
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    Come, come Mr. Enemy, I’ll welcome you to my house, watch where you step, for I am poor and things often break. Come, come Mr. Enemy, sit at my table, did the chair snap?! China, I tell you. Come, come Mr. Enemy, have some of my food, oh no poisoning?! How could that have happened? ...
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    Flying through the deep blue, orange all around me, glowing glowing glowing, swarming swarming swarming. Hive mind, don’t think, break out of this monotone, freak, weirdo, death to us all, billions say to me. Great monster comes, to gobble us all up, swim faster than them, leave you...
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    The boy a hero he thinks, the air around him stinks, then boom and bang, and ah now dang, blood on the general’s cufflinks...
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    I am a bird,caged the bars kind society These constrictions pull and pluck, pieces of my soul. Floating down my feathers go, To be stolen by the wind, Soon there will be nothing left, and they will let me out. But I’ll have forgotten how to fly, and will no longer look up, but sit on...
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    In a barren wasteland, sits a shabby little thing, made of eight splintered pieces, arranged in a cube like fashion. The entire thing is about, five feet tall, the door only b...

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