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Mistake.

Would you ask me not to hide and be myself with you, whatever it may lead to?

Do you know my name?

And i shall stand at your feet, unforgiving and benevolent as ever, bathed in the light of heavens and drenched in blood of millions of lives. And whisper but one thing in your ear.

Political ways

Political ways….

anal

driven face down into the bed into the pillow hands out squeezing the sheets for all dear life--- she didn’t plan on this & yet this is what happened & what could

stuck

finds herself stuck because the money she was supposed to get from the Feds, didn’t turn out the way that she had planned (she’d forgotten about that loan she took out years ago

watching joey fall

wish Hitch could’ve been alive to watch joey fall, to see a “pope” of all the catholic little boy rapists, dismiss himself from the situation, prior to taking any responsibility
Cherry

Burnt Coffee

First entry for the comp which did O.k thanks to those that voted for it.
Cherry

dog-on

routine old dog story

A prayer for the bored

This is a prayer for the bored sitting, becalmed in the day, endlessly at 10.17, forever only one third of the way into something, whatever that something is. These words are for those

isn't anything

isn’t anything car scissors at the crossroads, have sheared the morning, from the end of night and the blue white ghost moon, heavy fogged and branch bound,
Story of the week

the only thing worse than leaving

I'm not sure if it works as-written. It may be a bit hard to read, but it's how it came to me and for now it's how it will stay.

Electric Sheep

Do androids dream of electric sheep?

A Dystopians Story: Book one The Jump

How I got here isn't important, why isn't either, only the people I hurt on my way do. My name is Eve.

Office Blues

A man's glorious moment of resignation arrives...

Dancin’ Some Mor’

the whole plan of it somethin’ else on her mind

Toxic Love

Something said in hopefully a different way.

America at Last – Part 10

Routine is comforting, but comfort ain’t everything.

The Blue Rose

A blue rose, is the ocean; all its shark-fins are its thorns; all its waves, its bright blue petals that turn crimson in the dawn.
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Hellcat

HELLCAT She said she loved me dearly that could not be denied But could not leave her pussy cat. ’ Oh I love cats,’ I lied So I agreed, I had no choice and she became my bride

February Waits

February’s waiting; she’s waiting for the spring; for a blue sky in the heavens and the flowers opening. She’s waiting like a Helen for her bright Ulysses sun

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