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SEX

Sex

LUST

Lust
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Art is a lie that makes us realise truth...

Strolling along these Spanish streets In old Pollenca Town The buildings are softly whispering A Cacophony Of Sound Infused in bricks and mortar A myriad of doors

RETURN

A returning from war

Take my hand

The man's corrupted with fake voices and lies I see what goes on through my observational eyes Influence into manipulate for he'll never win I know he'll never change
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dreaming of you

Started off trying to write ghost story and got waylaid. I'm not sure.

Words

How few words...

(An aside)

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The Curious Incident of Creeps

An attempt at suspense... will appreciate feedback/comments.
Story of the week

Wasps

I just sat there the whole time, listening to the Eastenders theme tune with a straight face like one of those comedians who never laughs at their own jokes.

The black angel and the seventh son

On the pros and cons of cheating death.

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The easiest descent is that along the twisted notions That vine his heart sprinkled with dream dust Jagged diamonds jut out from the cavernous tomb Through the thin diamond skin

Question...

Question...

Life is Meant for Living

Life is meant for living never standing still

Untouchable

A sister piece to 'Remainders'. What is a touch but a simple collision of atoms? Never meant much - until your realisation

The Patchwork Tunes

Moons ago when stars were new, and groans were sea caves breaking through, when ocean salt echoed mountain dew, and morn announced the first that flew, a tale was spun of the gift of song,

This Evening

The aching legs of a walking mind, Sheltering from sudden shocks you find, That let down friends are right to grumble, And attribute blame to your feet that stumble.
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Tripping

Tripping over a thought You take it And make it Into art Often you lose the meaning But it's still true For you At the start Fearfully unloading And tearfully decoding

MADE UP WORDS

50 WORD MINI STORY
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MRS MARGARET EVANS

There wasn't a precise moment when you could have said that Margaret Evans began to dislike her family but because of it she sometimes let out little yelps of frustration into the bathroom mirror

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