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Storya light Steve411 years 8 months ago
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StoryWalden Pond, 08.31.2014 Steve011 years 9 months ago
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My stories

Going All The Way 3

"The MET. Yes, place of places. People, places, and things. Yes, the MET has a place in the places that I visit. I go to the modern art section. I...

Going All The Way 3

Sister : New York, City of Gershwin. Jazz. Optimistic. Capitalistic. Brash and rude. New York. City of the Dutch. New Amsterdam. New York. city of...

A Star

A star, a brilliant ball dawn afternoon dalliance: You are like Donatello's David, striking a vogue pose, looking more bored after than before. How...

Going All The Way 2

I freakin love the "Phantom of the Opera." The movie, that is, and sometimes, to yell you the truth, I feel that I've got a 13 year old Japanese...

After all these years, you still remember

After swift time has passed under the bridge, relieved itself, and tossed me back out, you still remember my insecure sin and gum me to it as if that...

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