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I sat back in my chair, dressed in my usual black suit. My fingers interlocked with each other, propping up my chin and the deceivingly kind look I...

Photo is my own Dry and still is the day as I slowly slip away, coaxing leaves that crunch beneath my boots, damp air convinces me it's early morning...

Once upon a time, some wealthy looking men stopped infront of a beggar who was begging upon the street and told him that they wanted to make him the...

1. I am not a soldier but I'd march a million miles only to kiss and hold you and see your precious smile. 2. I am not a sailor but I'd sail around...

The silent leaves of summer Burst into a deafening whisper As in my dreams I see your face Through a broken stained glass window Framed in the boughs...

Autumn fireworks; showers of red and gold flames; a boom in my heart.

Moscow 1990s. The Soviet Union has collapsed, bare shelves in the shops, no wages - nothing. People line the streets trying to sell what few possessions they have. Natasha is one such citizen. Like many other respectable women, she turned to prostitution.

A LOVE LESS ORDINARY Foxes cachinnate Into infant day Her dreams are circumfused Into milk way She catches a glimpse of a sunbeam tardigrade He...

Mother Of Perception - By Paul McCann . Mother of the perception , help me to be sure of the future ahead where everything's been arranged . Mother...