Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher915 years 4 weeks ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 6 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 7 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 7 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 7 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 10 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 11 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 11 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 12 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 1 month ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 3 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 6 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 6 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 7 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer217 years 1 month ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 4 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 5 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 7 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 8 months ago

My stories

Who stars in our night?

What hour of space Covenants this day, Dawning, Ever-Over Nearer: further: away. What fountains of air Suck lungs to breathe After autumns, care Of a rootless, leaf.

All long' the reign of absorption

Footprints’ of people now unforeseen’ Travelling cogent in one direction, Such is the felicity the raiment of a dream. Each death-nail step a predestination,

Can I bask in the meadow?

Can I bask in the meadow? Of her sunlit shade; Breathe in the musk tomorrow That holds her golden name. Can I walk in the garden? Along her rivers of pain Where the surface woodlands

Your love is like a pinnacle

Your love is like a pinnacle No man could ever climb But your heart belongs with mine Flowing deeper all the time; Deeper than the rivers Running home to the sea Deeper than an apple core

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’ You are a peacock whom royally, hides Her royal plumage in disguise, Your cinnamon skin Holds a lotus flower, within, Your peachy warm, smile

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