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My stories

Storm River

Bit scary tonight, out here on the river!
Cherry

Impassioned Meant

A jolly good dig-out the soul, wrench, vent. Because I was infused with rage, and it spilled onto the page.
Cherry

Singular (Inspiration Point)

Singular (Inspiration Point) (7th November, 2008, 1.15pm) Single. Tick the box, choose a job, choose life… it’s not always a choice, you know! I swear at the page;
Cherry

Once more with Peeling

Once more with Peeling (7th November 2008, 10.23am) Rinse our hands of this and then repeat;

Penetrates

Penetrates (23rd October 2008, 10.07pm) Eyes demand answers, yet I have nothing to say; Wind sweeps words before me that I chase, disjointed, crazed; like leaves on the river,

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