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My stories

Joy of missing out

I don’t need to go out doing things, as the pace of it puts demands on me I will not meet. I do not read the book everyone talks about. I do not...

Insect

See-through wings, past waving grasses seeking out red lips - Paper-folded rose surpasses those narcotic trips… Orchard-legged, heavy-handed I...
Cherry

The Third One

I admit, a third person is probably unnecessary to any evolving story, sometimes he is also a hindrance. Back then, he climbed into the train...

just you and me

I live in uncertain times got stuck in a hazy light and hold my breath to prevent myself from reaching for the invisible books no one knows anymore...
Cherry

Underwater

I see you softly gliding down, drained words escape your mouth, rising mother-of-pearl bubbles, I watch as behind glass, noting how they are...

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