Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 2 weeks ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve415 years 1 month ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 2 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 4 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 2 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 11 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve217 years 1 day ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve417 years 1 day ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 1 week ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 1 week ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2117 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1617 years 3 weeks ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve217 years 4 weeks ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve417 years 1 month ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryIV Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryIII Steve317 years 1 month ago
StoryII Steve517 years 1 month ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve317 years 1 month ago

My stories

Do not judge me so harshly

and bethink me a fool's delight, my mind is as clear as morning light in the throes of a summer height, do not think that I do not love thee well, nor bethink that i do not tread the narrow path

do not

think me a mere fool to be played upon... i am a serious man possessed of many devious talents which i carry in my sleeve, do not think i possess venom, NO I possess sarcasm to make me a tool

Through the streets I wandered...

through the streets, i could see old Korea everywhere, they were all there the old servants, the old yang-bans, they were there, Korea was a land of the spirits... the will was there

Spring's in a hurry

with luminescent hair, she came downing all over transparencies, streams and dreams scattering... petal after petal and pedal after pedal, the bicycling the rotation of the flowers,

Let me not sugar

you with the flow of love, lust upon your bushes of hair... toss all caution to the wind and slice my hands as though I were cutting thin air... do not say that you love me

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