blackeyedsusan
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Cake | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Story | A Horror Film, Her Marriage Ends | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Collection | Until a Gush of Crimson | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Until a Gush of Crimson | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Simple | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Love and a West End Musical | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | His Breakfast | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | In my Accent | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Girls Ripen Fast | blackeyedsusan | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
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A Horror Film, Her Marriage Ends
"A" is not meant to be part of this poem's title
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- 492 reads
Girls Ripen Fast
This poem appears in a format worlds away from it's original
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- 652 reads
Cake
Cake I. Fat girl across the train. We look, and feel discomfort. And we blame you (every line and fold of you) There's no room for sympathy with a...
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- 614 reads
Simple
Simple Every ripple is soft. You could drive nails through with a thumb. A boat tied to it's shape black (it's not a body). If you fall, float past...
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- 488 reads
In my Accent
This poem almost appears in its original format
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- 582 reads