Mark Heathcote

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StoryMy early life Esther813 years 1 month ago
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StoryIsabelle The Zombie Slayer shades213 years 4 months ago
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StoryI Am God The Talisman213 years 5 months ago
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StoryA christmas tree's christmas braintrain313 years 5 months ago
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My stories

Caught between two opposing angels

One glorious summer evening, Out drinking… In O'Sheas Irish Bar in Manchester I bought a round at last orders. When the bell began to sound… I thought it odd, people are leaving

Love without sex - sex without love

Sanitize your dirty thoughts the filth on your mind I might not want you beside me entwined I’m not the maid - called to her master’s ring,

No caldron broths…

Loves entanglement, has no faults? No culpability's, no caldron broths… No angel—devils disguised as moths. Love is a heat sensing, system.

Love and envy…

They’ve colonized the world all over But love is still a desert island. They’re like white tropical angel birds Each pair’s feathers twirled together.

Foreign exchange students…?

Their all parasites He says. Fleas on His back and nape His tridents tail His fiery mane. They circle around His burning boils Licking their ashes - anguished dust

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