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StoryCake blackeyedsusan012 years 9 months ago
StoryA Horror Film, Her Marriage Ends blackeyedsusan012 years 9 months ago
CollectionUntil a Gush of Crimson blackeyedsusan012 years 9 months ago
StoryUntil a Gush of Crimson blackeyedsusan012 years 10 months ago
StorySimple blackeyedsusan012 years 10 months ago
StoryLove and a West End Musical blackeyedsusan012 years 10 months ago
StoryHis Breakfast blackeyedsusan012 years 10 months ago
StoryIn my Accent blackeyedsusan012 years 10 months ago
StoryGirls Ripen Fast blackeyedsusan012 years 10 months ago

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My stories

A Horror Film, Her Marriage Ends

"A" is not meant to be part of this poem's title
Cherry

Girls Ripen Fast

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Cherry

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...

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...
Cherry

In my Accent

This poem almost appears in its original format

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