Mark Heathcote

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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 7 months ago
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StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 11 months ago
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StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 10 months ago
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My stories

Asexual

Everything is a carbon copy

Will our wounds be sutured?

Haven’t I watered tears with tears? What’s here… that still endears. What are your big ideas? Now our divine path umbra’s… And pales in its pulses, Like a frigid - winter rose.

To be the silence that is a full moon

If I’m not listening to music Or writing... I’d like ‘complete silence’ Like a phantom on the wind... Like a woodland, flower, sleeping. I’d never want to bloom...

The father’s love

“Of cause I’ll love, you With the beating of a hand, But—with this love”. Be sure to understand. “Love is not a bye word, Written in the moving; sand.

Lioness…

Hold him in your heart: A poppy seed shaker… A risk taker… One - you’ll ride at a morning’s canter. Till; you’re sure to be hearing, Mozart. Hold him to your breast:

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