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StoryHigh board hoalarg1213 years 11 months ago
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StoryCold Comfort Silver Spun Sand1814 years 6 months ago
StoryThey fit samhennig514 years 8 months ago
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StoryForgetting MistakenMagic2815 years 9 months ago
StoryOn the brow of the hill hoalarg1217 years 7 months ago

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My stories

Wish I was a cleaner

That night, I think not of ladders to be climbed rather I slide over 'slippery when wet' floors, freely whistling tunes I thought I had forgotten.
Cherry

Who am I?

Beautiful sometimes as the light scrapes round dusting away the shadows of what I can't tell you

Tangled in my web

Delicate threads, fragile lines

Coming of age

When I grow up I want to be an astronaut a footballer, a fireman a racing car driver, then at the weekends a pilot.

Scar tissue

I picked at the scars with my racing mind until I felt the pain again

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