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StorySTREET PARTY YaseminB22 years 4 months ago
StoryAlchemy Writs YaseminB02 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Tree Of Knowledge YaseminB02 years 4 months ago
StoryYOU CAN'T PIN ME DOWN YaseminB02 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Chipped Cup YaseminB22 years 4 months ago
StoryWoodpecker YaseminB22 years 4 months ago
StoryWords: No More YaseminB22 years 5 months ago
StoryInfinitesimally scaled people YaseminB32 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Islanders YaseminB22 years 5 months ago
StoryWINTER CHILLS YaseminB22 years 5 months ago
StorySPRING YaseminB02 years 5 months ago
StoryLIVERPOOL YaseminB42 years 5 months ago
StorySam PoetonaHill52 years 5 months ago
StorySchool  (Automatic poem) well-wisher162 years 6 months ago
StoryObviated YaseminB52 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Urban Fox YaseminB32 years 6 months ago
StorySAFETY IN PINS YaseminB22 years 6 months ago
StoryFrothy Fun YaseminB112 years 6 months ago
StoryButtershaw, South Bradford ralph82 years 6 months ago
StoryJANUARY - (Ianua) YaseminB52 years 7 months ago
StoryEbb and Eve YaseminB42 years 7 months ago
StoryPASTICHE PLEASURES YaseminB02 years 7 months ago
StoryA LOVE LESS ORDINARY YaseminB02 years 7 months ago
StorySnowman YaseminB32 years 7 months ago
StoryPlato's Cave YaseminB02 years 8 months ago

My stories

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ISOMORPHIC IDEAS VERSES A HERMETIC MIND

Isomorphic ideas verses a hermetic mind Plaintive howl of a writer. Ideas in isomorphic forms Are liqudified then with a tragic Irony crystalised in...

Daughter of Joan Of Arc

DAUGHTER OF JOAN OF ARC “Joan, Joan! “ They said. They took me away at force and burnt my flesh at stake. My ashes billowed then blended into the tar...
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BLIND SPOT

BLIND SPOT Terence was fifty one when he was diagnosed to insensitivity to light. “The optic nerves to your retinas are insensitive to light!” The...

The Foreign Language

The Foreign Language Stale furnace. Drizzling close to my skin; a silver sheath. I had no word for drizzling of course Not in English nor in my...
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THE GHOST MIRROR

The ghost mirror A shadow of a man Ghost like, hallow Awaiting tomorrow Tomorrow. Tomorrow The morn is gone The sand dune is blown Into the sockets...

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