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StoryWhite Roses Lem414 years 8 months ago
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Aftermath

By MistakenMagic on Thu, 02 Jul 2009

The plan failed. Finally bored with burning, I pulled the plug. Sweet, certain gravity; a tornado tangoed over the hole.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate PG
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Une Nuit Blanche

By MistakenMagic on Sun, 28 Jun 2009

Message from a veteran insomniac ;) I move from mountain range to foetal - twisting turning. Turning in the grooves of this grave - arms as wings, waving, waving.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

I Remember

By MistakenMagic on Tue, 23 Jun 2009

I remember a time when the names didn’t hurt me. That hazy untouchable feeling of a strolling concrete block.
Autobiography
Certificate U
Cherry

Growing Apart

By MistakenMagic on Mon, 15 Jun 2009

In the beginning we were like county borders – the divide only manmade; our geography the same. Like landscapes we lay entwined -
Love
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Spoils of War

By MistakenMagic on Mon, 01 Jun 2009

The corpses of crabs float bloated and white, belly up in the shallows; the ghosts of spiders - condemned to the jaws of a plughole.
Miscellaneous
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