SEX

Sex

LUST

Lust
Cherry

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
Cherry

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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Cherry

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.

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