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StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 11 blighters rock18 years 1 month ago
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StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 8 blighters rock38 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 7 blighters rock38 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 6 blighters rock58 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Rock celticman68 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 5 blighters rock58 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 3 blighters rock58 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 2 blighters rock68 years 1 month ago
StoryWe Split The Dalis bosch68 years 1 month ago
StoryBefore Redressing bosch28 years 1 month ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (3-4) bosch48 years 1 month ago
StoryA Message In A Bottle bosch68 years 2 months ago
StoryTHE GIRL IN THE TREE Alice Hamilton58 years 2 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (8 After) bosch08 years 2 months ago
StoryWhy I Live Alone bosch148 years 2 months ago
Story2. The Box chant88 years 11 months ago
Story5. The Bite chant48 years 11 months ago
StoryWe Split the Dalis bosch09 years 6 months ago
StoryCardinal, Female bosch09 years 6 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (1-2) bosch410 years 5 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (5-6) bosch010 years 5 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (7/8) bosch510 years 6 months ago
StoryWhy I Live Alone bosch310 years 6 months ago

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As my eyes open Behind my closed lids, Scanning the innerscape. Moving by thought, But not too quickly. My eyes on the horizon, Forward the only way...
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My sexuality still won't let me Alone, drives me to smart, Erratic women. When I think Of aging, I think of the Greek Poet Seferis, calling a blood...
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Her hair tied up and Bible in bag, From Wednesday night Meeting, walking fast, ever faster, she ducks Into a honky-tonk, Jerry´s Place, by the side...
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