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We Cry Together Frederick Joseph	My knuckles meet the steel door of a sterile hospital room, Attempting to punch away our misfortune, until I can replace it With...	Rate it (5.00 / 4 votes)
Shadows Within the Fluorescent Light Olivia Ritota	Navigating the sterile corridors, I am but a ghostly figure, a specter wandering amidst a life bereft of color...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
DNR for Two Muzz	In this white and sterile...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Grief Three Ways Rachel Jenkins	Their sterile smells florescent lighting that buzz, buzz, buzzes like an insect unable to be...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Follicle Chronicle Dee-Dee Carter	Doctor was cheerful, piercing the overpowering sterile atmosphere, I whispered my concerns, as I removed my brim, reluctantly, throbbing revealing...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Waste Land T. S. Eliot	But dry sterile thunder without rain There is not even solitude in the mountains But red sullen faces sneer...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
untitled Aaron Wayne	kindness and caring and sterile white...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
When You Break It All Down John Jessup Kennan	Are the only colors I can see in your dark sterile world Of black and white They tend to wear off As the date wears on So you make sure to...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Ballad of Burdens Algernon Charles Swinburne	Sad with sick leavings of the sterile...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A daughters plea Elizabeth lily	In the days that followed, in that sterile room, Hope shone bright, dispelling the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Descriptive Ode Charlotte Smith	O'er yonder bare and sterile waste, Where, born to hew and heave the block, Man, lost in ignorance and toil, Becomes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Very Special Secret Place Howard Robert Manser	Where fantasies reside Are sterile walls, a hollow tomb, With dreams that now have...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At His Grave Alfred Austin	Thus hence we something more may take Than sterile grief, than formless ache, Or vainly utter’d vow; Death hath bestow’d what life...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Sea Aleister Crowley	Dancing a moment in the sun: In her I die, a sterile shoot Of nightshade in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ave atque Vale (In memory of Charles Baudelaire) Algernon Charles Swinburne	Ah, salt and sterile as her kisses were, The wild sea winds her and the green gulfs bear Hither and thither,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Avec ses vêtements ondoyants et nacrés (With Waving Opalescense In Her Gown) Charles Baudelaire	The frigid majesty of the sterile...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bianca Arthur Symons	Her body that abondoned lies, Rigid with sterile ecstasies, A shiver knits her flesh to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bone and Sinew and Brain John Boyle O'Reilly	And they ape the manners of manly times In their sterile and worthless life, Till the man of the future augments his crimes With a raid for a Sabine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Breaking Free sherlock	A barren wasteland, sterile, desolate and cold; Encased in a tomb of rigid, suffocating rock; Crystallized and dead,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Breaking Free Sherlock	A barren wasteland, sterile, desolate and cold; Encased in a tomb of rigid, suffocating rock; Crystallized and dead,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Canto 1 Ezra Pound	As set in Ithaca, sterile bulls of the best For sacrifice, heaping the pyre with goods, A sheep to Tiresias only, black...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Canto I Ezra Pound	As set in Ithaca, sterile bulls of the best For sacrifice, heaping the pyre with goods, A sheep to Tiresias only, black...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Canto I: And Then Went Down to the Ship Ezra Pound	As set in Ithaca, sterile bulls of the best For sacrifice, heaping the pyre with goods, A sheep to Tiresias only, black...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Third. George Gordon Byron	Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind, O'er which all heavily the journeying years Plod the last sands of life - where...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III. George Gordon Lord Byron	Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind, O'er which all heavily the journeying years Plod the last sands of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)