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My stories

Icarus Melted

Icarus Melted. It's naive to believe in the groundness of things. My eyes are half-closed, shielded against glare. it's a balance: a see-saw fulcrum...

6.15am (leggings)

Oh it was about 6.15am when the morning was glowing gold, and half the world was still asleep, when the crow began to call, an unholy drum roll for...

Leggings demon at large...

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............................................................ I saw from the corridor the child shadow at the window looking in. Sometimes I'm in '...

Frozen Daisies.

I Frozen Daisies on the grass, makes me think of ice and glass... How cruel your fingers as the stem breaks. Enclosed: their beauty soars past the...

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