Mark Heathcote

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StoryI sang you a love song... Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryGift me what I want Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn spring temporary southwest Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryHer touches are like snow icicles Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryHallelujah for a women’s love Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIf you but wish Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryHave faith in my hand Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryHer love hearts tune! Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryI say; if every man became more and more feminine! Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn life’s last lurch Mark Heathcote113 years 1 month ago
StoryIf I a season more than you—miss my cue Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn loves gainsay Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIf love was a pocket-watch Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIf beauty could let her love to me Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIf beauty could let her love to me Mark Heathcote113 years 1 month ago
StoryHis fallow beasts in prayer go humble Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryImmersed in anew mistress Mark Heathcote113 years 1 month ago
StoryI use to linger in the falling rain Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryHeavens torment Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIt’s time to rest Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn love I'll run to you Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryFor: Edith Södergran Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryFagan or scrooge Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryFilter out the dreamless, sleepless dark Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago
StoryEnd of day’s that's what I bequeath Mark Heathcote013 years 1 month ago

My stories

Love and rapture!

What can a prisoner say about his bars? When, he can’t extrapolate an escape. Ah, I love you— but farewell—hurrah! O let other I’s within, permit my leave”.

Anesthetized shock!

People, people, people, today, —Don’t they all, but seem, Accustomed to the agonies— Of sorrow and shock! To pain and suffering. (Today…)

Art beauty and lust…

Her portrait has nobility, A certain Je ne sais quoi Yes, age has taken its toll… But, the lady is well honed. She could speak; Esperanto’s

Teachers pet…?

Love is a freelance writer If you want my real answer Please don’t take dictation This is only an aural examination. Students aren’t they impertinent. “Oh how I long for the moment”

In the froth of life

It’s here a dandelion clock Is nodding in the froth of life, It’s here… A meadow overwhelms us: And all our early seven-senses

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