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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | mornings. | maggyvaneijk | 16 | 15 years 10 months ago |
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Berrylands
The rain has settled in pearlescent globules on the fine, flat leaves of the brambles and bracken below. Through poorly constructed wire fencing The...
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Can we all please stop caring, Please stop sharing Our views, We don't know, We can't know, It has no bearing, No truth. What use are our opinions,...
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Miserable life
Oh the miserable life of a wife in cobham, Oh the miserable life of a wife. She sits and she stirs her fruit shop salad, As each hour and day passes...
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Smoker
It is not long, not long now; it somehow drags, deep, drag on a cigarette. Vapour intoxicates your unblemished lungs and fills them. Within it swells...
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The tube
I stand amongst these well groomed men and women. Auburn wax jacket, like mud and scorched grass. Bright teal shirt, the morning sky, when the sun...
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