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Undeniable

why should i be so weak to yearn for one... not only forbidden, but scorned. hated. deceived. to whom do i owe my unrest to see your face in my mind...

Tergiversation

a twist in my dreams as you devour my lonely soul a single stare brush of your hand leaves me wanting yearning i come undone unbound as you...

Satiety

tiny cracks a maze almost riddle my glass-walled heart forgotten &;amp; untouchable head held high... I stand, alone watching the sun as it sinks...

Rapacious

like the hungry stare of a predator you invade my peace no longer shallow no longer sheltered open raw vulnerable devoured as you gaze, at me...

Quell

temptress of my soul sing me your sad, sorry song and leave me awash with fear, trembling alone as you travel through the haze of tomorrows' fog...

Paragon

in your eyes i see sparks of lightning lighting my way thunder invades the calm night sky overwhelming in it's purity and i sleep a restless night...

Otiose

forbidden, my pain, allowed only in my soul... in my heart to tread upon it would be tantamount to murder why should i care.. why keep trying.....

Nuptial

be still, my love, and let this moment last forever for our time... is drawing near tread gently, my love, and promise me no more for this pain... is...

Mazy

as if it were yesterday it rears it's ugly head wailing its' agony into the peaceful night sky a smattering of stars watch silently..in awe as the...

A regular day

breaking down mediocrity
Cherry

Drowning

Short story with a touch of the erotic...

When Duty Calls

Inspector North helps catch a gang of bank robbers

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ABOUT THE BEAUTY AND NATURE AND MANKIND HOW THEY MIX IN TIME

An excuse to cry

When I was smaller, And I started screaming in the middle of a supermarket - A dry, little, red face among the fruit and veg. My mum always looked...

The Weekend Warrior

Joining the Army

C - Galore

Collection

Logos

so logos so logos so logos

Gimel

For you, if you have to know the Chaff from the grain!

Microscope

Read the shortest fiction in the world of Philemon Nostradamie

Art of the Riddle

In the end of the manuscript Borges writes, ?I was so fascinated by the Sphinx that I hardly wrote its meaning: to riddle.?

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