Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 6 months ago
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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 8 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 10 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote617 years 3 weeks ago
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StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 11 months ago
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My stories

Minted and crowned

Imagine if you can the greatest bank vault… Ribbed door; heavier than any mountain wall. Where no safecracker can by time lock default: Gain access … The glorious treasures, enthral.

End of day’s that's what I bequeath

To the entire world I vent my passion Lord you curse in good fashion Ceaseless wonders wet my eyelids Joyous thoughts have swept into grids. But still I vanquish each new day

No I am not without love

I No I am not without love Or understating above…? My monarch’s wings have that black stucco- Edge; like a church glass window. Orange, warmth; heavily, leaded

God’s eyes must have the scimitars kiss.

God’s eyes must have the scimitars kiss. Because he cuts us; blindly remiss… With a brazen look the zeniths fall And rise to stagger, for curtain call.

Oil made of stone

I curse your love for needing me Those prison lips purse a lily Around my days of endless toil Send me back to earth its loam soil. For what is love, my darling love!

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