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StoryAddiction PoppyS29 years 1 month ago
StoryRaindrops On My Window well-wisher39 years 1 month ago
StoryFlinders Field hedgehog1109 years 1 month ago
StoryNot Me PoppyS39 years 1 month ago
StoryIndigo PoppyS29 years 1 month ago
StoryWaiting PoppyS09 years 1 month ago
StoryTime to Move On L G Meadows49 years 1 month ago
StorySummertime Sadness killersundy49 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Sad Poetry Book well-wisher99 years 1 month ago
StoryWinter Memories Moonbrand19 years 1 month ago
StoryHome Alone. PoppyS29 years 1 month ago
StoryMismatched Names PoppyS29 years 1 month ago
StoryWho Are You To Say That. prettyrose49 years 1 month ago
StoryLondon’s Streets Moonbrand59 years 1 month ago
StoryMake Believe PoppyS29 years 1 month ago
StoryCounting down Deliberately Ev...59 years 1 month ago
StoryA Letter to my New Tory MP london_calling79179 years 1 month ago
StoryPaper Gymnasts PoppyS29 years 1 month ago
StoryPosthumous Pen PoppyS29 years 2 months ago
StoryCigarette MelindaLit99 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Corset PoppyS59 years 2 months ago
StoryDaddies and Sweets. PoppyS99 years 2 months ago
StoryWrath rosaliekempthorne59 years 2 months ago
StoryPride rosaliekempthorne29 years 2 months ago
StoryApple Pie PoppyS59 years 2 months ago

My stories

Abdication

I wear you flamboyant style boastful about my hat, red feathers flying trending the image of pleasing dressed in the fashion of fun. I write long –...

Flight of War

I am not this empty container save for a few glib, throwaway lines paraded about both day and night. Perfect no not ever - yet ineffectual in every...
Cherry

A Serious Man

Don’t make me a stranger in this, your closing hours of need my ever so serious man with the melancholy smile. I know you exist painted with deaths...
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My Lady Of Damask

Into the sustenance of fish bones and prayer audacious climber whose expected, expectations shape her – shape to come For when one's mood is of...
Cherry

The Stairs

I stayed longer sitting on the stairs – indecisive of any entrance, I might have chosen to make. Your voice heightened, thudding through the thin...

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