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StoryFor the train neone012 years 5 months ago
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My stories

Yellow Buddlea

It's an exercise we did in English. You get given a flower and then you have to Put Your Flower Down On Paper.

For the train

I am waiting At the station For a train which Hasn't come. It is late (Too late, can't turn Back, forwards, for me) And my mother has Strict words...

Unfinished

Odd and rambling. I know it's confusing; I just had too many ideas in my head at one time.

Remembrance

Every day she writes him a letter. The sad, heavy truth of this never fails to steal a breath from her throat, but she still curls her paling fingers...

Tangerine Summer

The bones of summer Were in the sun, A peeled grape in the sky, Side heavy, like the moon- In a game I played When I was very small, Tea leaves in a...

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