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A Stormy Night - Chapter 1

Treachery and betrayal on the Seven Seas
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Andre

I wish you could've seen today. The sun was out, And the warmth made you feel That the world was safe. I wish you could've touched my hand And known...
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Tatoo

tatoo skinful of you my body is printed with your touch but we haven't said much and I miss what now feels like stolen initimacy.
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Did I mention I was British

My general hatred of my nationality explained
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Don't Tell

The dark side of a Bank Manager's life runs out of control.
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Questions

Regret, fatique, and questions.
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Fat Model

Fat Model Her breasts, like torpedoes punch out demanding their space. The dusk forms shadows around them. Yellow and brown contrast with the milk...
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Bar

At The Bar Four pulls on the engine fills it full. A tiny head. Well practised in politeand useless chat, I know them all so well. I listen, but I...
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Collateral Damage

He had no idea where the rest of the squad was now. Mickey Levitt had obviously bought it, he had felt the blood splatter his own face when the side...
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He's 30 percent cocoa solids and he's MINE!

And what's wrong with making a boyfriend out of chocolate then&;#063; Tell me that.
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The Future of Marketing&;#063;

The best marketing campaign yet&;#063;
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Two Enemies (Liquid Affairs)

There were 7 men who operated with black smiles. Focus harder now you'll have him in a crossfire. Ruby sheen on the windshield cable will have re-...
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Wreckers

Disturbed by all of the commotion, when the oak was shook. Finally you wake two minutes too late. Were you ever this late? There's a fire on the...
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Requiem for nothing very much

middle age middle class and muddled
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Last Night You Said You Loved Me

I greet you, you bite me &; we go racin' round in my car ridin' with vertical arms. Streakin' mustang tap dancin' the light fantastic we are...
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The Gorge

A man stands on a high bridge wondering what to believe.
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Al Pacino's Soup

A journey through soup, snow and unrequited love.
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DYING IS AN ART: Sylvia Plath

One DYING IS AN ART Sylvia Plath 1932-1963 "Dying Is an art, like everything else I do it exceptionally well." Lady Lazarus/ Sylvia Plath Early in...
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Don't question my panda

Zealots, take note.

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