Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 1 week 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 Steve216 years 12 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve416 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 6 days ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 6 days 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 3 weeks ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve217 years 4 weeks ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve417 years 4 weeks 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

Let me go

Let me go... I am not what you think of me... that is your idea. in the mountains and valleys of your memories, I reside longing, pining for the nights when under the brightest stars

Do not think that what you see is...

what you get, there is no truth in what you see the value of which has been defined repeated through tv radio friends and others, but look deeper look within the eyes and search

do not flower too well

your breathe, the stem... you grow below the sunshine, stretching hairs of light breathe, your grow with tension: do not long to become the full radiance where life will eat you

Oh Lord, have pity on me

Oh Lord, have pity on me, don't strike me with your awful rod... I was a yellow sheep, I felt so underappreciated and ignored... i wanted nothing more than your love amor, sa rang, te amo...

Where have you gone

into the thick of the night into the forest as green and envious as money paper bills fluttering, buttered by the sighs and flatteries of young boys, your thumping throes...

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