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Because of Calvary

The crimson flow … completed … for all who will receive … more white than snow my guilty stain has be removed, I know.

Green Eyes

A story about my life haha (some of it) I fall in love, break up and get back together... this isn't really what happened, but its a story...:)

Coprophagia.

All true!!
Cherry

Moon Child

He told her her eyes shone - sparkled like the stars...

Jaya!

Exile - as an expression of time Vision - as a waking dream Expiration - as a sleeping life Normalisation - as the repetition of past events Time - as the illusion of life
Cherry

Consider me your poet

Consider me your cripple Consider me your drunk Consider me that pretty piece Of yourself that you used upder me your drunk

Christ's blood

flows through time and space to redeem us, long-flowing his love which extends our lives into immortality. our nature is rooted in deep sin, one after the other sin throws us into death,

So here we are

Don't stop me.
Cherry

birth pains

the brown stuff

Dreams of Flight

“Don’t wish for something you’ll never have then you’ll never be disappointed”, I didn’t wish for anything - I hoped for A lot of things A room to myself

silly stuff... poem

What can one say to pardon the day, when tight up inside it's stormy weather? . What can I do to move on through; when deep interior hides the stark hits of light. ...

I See You

So unexpected I could cry

Anna

Looking for feedback on this story please.

Salmon Ella

“I'm salmonella,” a little voice whispered in Cliff's ear, threatening to drag him from his incomparably snug slumbers. “I'm salmonella, fly me.”

Take Flight

I'm not sure if I want to continue this, so if I should, tell me

Fortunately And Unfortunately

Fortunately, but unfortunately, but.....

(TBC)

‘We live a tapas existence, bite size morsels of content that permeate our existence, causing us moments of sadness, happiness, excitement etc.

Song Without Words

“Hope is the thing with feathers” Emily Dickinson

Beyond the Mirror

There is a whole other side to that smile....

To‘bottom’ing, at Caer* Caradoc (23:3:13)

[*Ki.r] Plunging, crunching through the deep, crisp snow – what fun, but, oh, so slow! then up the hill we go (the sky a-mist with floating drift), but when we reach the steeper bit

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