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StoryShelved. camus013 years 1 month ago
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StoryThe Woman From Number Twelve. camus013 years 1 month ago
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StoryDiscover Me. camus013 years 1 month ago
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My stories

Shelved.

You sit on a shelf, At the back of my mind. In a secret place, Where I can take you out, Now and then, And peruse you at my leisure. I've tried to make it cosy, With a blanket, a squishy, soft pillow,

Oliver

My delicate child, So ill, yet again. Twelve years of life, Spent fighting, for breath. Your sun-tinted chest, With the chocolate brown mole, above Your top, right hand rib, Raises, ever higher,

Debris.

I study from afar, Safe, protected Behind the mask, That shields my eyes. As I covet The tiniest movement, Slightest twitch, That he makes. I focus, Determined, not To miss a thing Or let him know
Cherry

Sensing.

As you breathe I almost hear you. When you sigh It's audible too. When your pulse throbs steadily As you sleep, So it becomes me. I see your arms Thrown wide, Your scent unconfined

Drifted.

Dead to him now He holds but a shell, A brittle, cracked mollusc Abandoned, outgrown. Denim and silk Surround candy striped clay Cast, By long ago hands Which feathered the flesh, In artisan sweeps

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