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StoryOn Dreaming... littleditty613 years 3 months ago
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My stories

Wise Whys

Wise Whys (4th Oct, 2011) I don’t have your address to write you a letter; If I had done, would it have made things better? You won’t leave me alone, like a dog with a bone;

Words

Words (26th August, 2011) I can’t promise you anything but words: Of those, I have an endless supply; They come, they press, they beg to be Upon my screen, out of my mind.
Cherry

Let's Start Again

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Cherry

Paper Proof

Paper Proof (4th April, 2011) Raw pain like an itch I can’t reach, so close, on the inside; it’s where I breathe, deep; it’s where my heart beats. These words are not for your ears

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