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My stories

Cherry

At Whipps Cross

Hung over like a broken bridge, in this florescent rectangle. I’m gazing at a ceiling, designed by a minimalist My head screams, my eyes drip. The caffeine addicts,
Cherry

Deep Soul Treasure

A friend said today. That I have to split love. Between, a reason, a season, or forever. I'd never heard that before. But it makes a sense. Although it's still raw. I think of her,

The Death Of Jackson Plude

In the town of Kleek, from the county of Blaise. The kiss of the only girl, Whistling him gone. The splutter, then rattle. The dying minstrel, born Jackson Plude. His silver eyes set,
Cherry

Last Thought To Pimlico

To her. He was one of those days. An unpaid bill. Spilling blood on his sold life. He took the wrong turning, into her chocolate coated eyes. She melts away now. He sucks her wrapper.

Swimmer

For Frances Lawrence He bled an ocean deep. Filling your rock pools, with rage. But it's not your fault, the tragic demise. It was to the bad hands, of generation. The unloved boy,

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