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StoryThe Moment EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
CollectionIf ever I glimpsed at an oracle, or crapped on a golden chain EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago
StoryMaiden Dreamt EpheLuwe15 years 11 months ago
StoryParting dregs EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
StoryImages of eternity EpheLuwe15 years 11 months ago
StoryPilgrim EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Tortured Saint EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
StoryElysium Fields EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
StoryThe First Libertine EpheLuwe45 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Sparrow EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
StoryDissected relations (revised). EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago
StorySoul EpheLuwe85 years 11 months ago
StoryThose: Humanitarians EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago
StoryI see there's Sunshine EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
StoryHold on EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago
StoryYou can't see me EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
StoryA Stanza to my Muse - F., though she be departed EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago
StoryA Sonnet Written on the Occasion of Texts Exhanged Past Midnight EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago
StoryWyboston EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago
StoryGliding hands EpheLuwe15 years 11 months ago
StoryDum Spiro Spero - attempt two EpheLuwe35 years 11 months ago
StoryA return to the small voice EpheLuwe15 years 11 months ago
StoryDum spiro spero: While I breathe, I hope. EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
StoryLady Luna EpheLuwe25 years 11 months ago
StoryI am an Island EpheLuwe05 years 11 months ago

My stories

The Moment

The anxious moment of hesitancy and trust of self doubted together In that moment I wonder what will become of us of you of me when we delve through...

A Stanza to my Muse - F., though she be departed

I did on one day At one hour and second in time On one plane and one altitude Decide you were mine: - (& with that decided, Vigild the 'wick's...

A Sonnet Written on the Occasion of Texts Exhanged Past Midnight

I see you, I am home Oh Love, miles between us, Yet still home! When in my hand, Upon this tiny screen, I hold your heart. Spoken - a million nothing...

Wyboston

She said she awoke, and Before she'd even spoken Dipped a pen. My Fantastical Welsh Scribe And I have images of her Within the longing vestiges of my...

Gliding hands

a rose is no rose

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