Beeme

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StoryAll Butterflies Flock Towards The Light Beeme1912 years 1 week ago
StoryAbu Simbel, Egypt. Beeme312 years 1 week ago
StoryA new day Beeme1412 years 1 week ago
StoryA "BEEME" and " CAVALCADERL" POEM Beeme212 years 1 week ago
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Forum topicThankyous and Last Days to submit Beeme012 years 1 week ago
Forum topicPoem published by Poetry24 Beeme1012 years 1 week ago
Forum topicJalapeno Green Pepper Beeme212 years 1 week ago
Forum topicwriting about mental health Beeme2312 years 1 week ago
Forum topicSelf publishing my first book Beeme212 years 1 week ago
Forum topicBest wishes for Christmas! Beeme1512 years 1 week ago
Forum topicDepression- Motives Beeme312 years 1 week ago
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Forum topicCherry worthy? - I think so. Beeme212 years 1 week ago
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CollectionSociety and Muffled Cries Beeme012 years 1 week ago
StoryIt is more Beeme012 years 4 weeks ago
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StoryRome Beeme112 years 1 month ago

My stories

Cherry

Fire and love

my father is drinking himself to death, he was hospitalised and this is what I wrote after I visited him. Me and my sister had to support him walking, his shakes travelled up my entire body.
Cherry

Beautiful (II)

There is something beautiful when a man brushes her skin with his fingertips, so gently.
Cherry

Beautiful

Because some people find beauty where there is none to the naked eye.

Overdose

Slip me a pill Bill i'll sleep like a baby, maybe one more in the bottom of my glass will mend my heart. Crack, it shatters as glass. Listen, to the faint breath

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