Ebony_and_Ivory

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StoryThe two sides... Ebony_and_Ivory012 years 3 months ago
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StoryScents Ebony_and_Ivory112 years 3 months ago
StoryThere Ebony_and_Ivory112 years 3 months ago
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StoryIs he? Ebony_and_Ivory012 years 3 months ago
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StoryInfedility fire_storrm117 years 6 months ago

My stories

You

You are everything I despise. You are everything I loathe. You are the reason why I was scrubbing myself in the shower.

All of the...

All of the noises that surround me confuse me. A multitude of languages and smells assault me. The woman across the train is shouting into her mobile phone in her language which pisses me off.

Love is...

Love is a word that rarely holds meaning. It doesn't exist, only a word that hurts people. If love existed then these feelings wouldn't be so difficult to explain.
Cherry

Scents

I breathe in the smell Of clean laundry still Being washed. Its scent Reminding me of the Good Old Days, when Grandma would Cook dinner on Saturday afternoon And let us sit on the bench
Cherry

There

This is an imitation poem of Paul Monnete's poem "Here" written about his partner who died of AIDS.

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