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Winter Time Blues Chilblains on my fingers, Gangrene in my toes, Snot that turns to icicles As frost-bite snaps my nose. Layered up in woollen vests...

~~In dark...mysterious discovered chambers, earliest beings figured out their aim was; to draw – paint what they saw, now this is what we recall;...

For the two-hundredth time that day, his fingers brushed the small blue box that nestled in his pocket. Paul was going to ask his girl to marry him...

Maybe it was the way earth looked at that moment, with the sun glaring down upon it or the breeze that hit my skin but I felt something. Something I...

Blogs in newspapers are very interesting. We keep comparing our lifestyle based on assets, most of which are owed through heavy debt loads. North...

She slams the phone down and leans against the wall. She can feel hot tears bubbling under her lids, as they always do when she gets angry. She's angry with herself, for saying too much and yet not saying as much as she wanted to.

I like making you cups of tea in your special mug, and that. Sitting opposite, talking about the smallest details that make the world big. I like it...

In my life I never loved women - gave too much to men. Did then; still do. But in a way I loved you. Loved that you were womanly and had so much guts...

its all gone, now- my gilded glasses broke the spray painted layer of bad gold chipped, and i remember when you'd say, to me; please don't, please...