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They carry food, they flowers bring. They talk of whispered everything

I wrote this story in response to a friends admission that he longed to have the reverse operation to that portrayed in the story. Strange but true. He wanted to be attached at the chest to his twin brother but I suspect it was a ruse to witness someone having sex first hand. Jeff is now undergoing councilling at the Lonely Twin Assocation in Cardiff.

It is difficult to explain my pain, I am so confused, asking the one who is a culprit. But everything thet I know, is that I loved you And now...

As the light of the moon, That gets lost with the arrival of the day, The Sun that it manages to invade The space of the queen of the night, Since...

poem of a parent who's lost their unborn child

Dear journal, Long time no talk. My parents made me cancel my home internet connection. They need to save money to enlarge their mansion and buy...

Wake up forthwith to call her name, You scream it loud, but all in vain. It was again that accursed dream, That dream of things that once had been...

Today?s weather has come all the way from the Russian steppes, and it stirs our black and gold leaves, pushes the stray dogs into doorways and closes the windows of the city.

Methodically searching for a suitable clich?.