Mothers Love
Not wanting to remove the long blue cloth, carefully wrapped over her head and around her neck, shoulders, covering her, she knowing without it on she will feel
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Voodoo Doll
I once met a girl, With pins for eyes, And a knife through her chest. As I knew her more, I found she despised, Her very recent ex. She threw all her pins, In such a rage,
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A Little Help
“I am the APRS5000,the latest, greatest thing in domestic appliances".
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Saints Of Satan Chapter Eight
Before long we had reached the borders of the northern region, the tell tale signs in the wilderness confirming that we were nearing our destination.
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The Dare and the Dark
We’d been smoking behind the assembly hall for a while after detention - not talking much, just leaning up against the wall trying to pretend we were cool -when Jake turned to me with that annoying
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The Yesteryears
my go at Stories For Pakistan.
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Mexico
the love of a beautiful woman on a beautiful day lights up the dark years long after she has gone
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Quack!
whether fear or fantasy I quack!
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an ode to insomnia
bleary-eyed, on coffee, downers, and opioids: I.M.ing with friends across the globe and a likely bride in Thailand, eating gourmet Italian T.V. dinners
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The Voice under foot
Forever an age I've been around A home to many a base a shroud Within I house a fiery glow Of molten rock black gold that flows At times I build colossal gas
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