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StoryVenetian Interlude (IP) seashore3014 years 11 months ago
Storythe writereader delapruch314 years 11 months ago
StoryHomespun Silver Spun Sand2514 years 11 months ago
StoryDignity seashore2414 years 11 months ago
StoryI did Not Leave You,Just Found Us A New Home. prettyrose414 years 11 months ago
StoryTo Drown The Monstrous I vmtwilliams414 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Lavender Sky JoseHdz1114 years 12 months ago
StoryGrace Silver Spun Sand2614 years 12 months ago
StoryAfternoon service fromagreenhill714 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Smell of Lilacs JoseHdz1215 years 16 hours ago
StoryLying in the Grass JoseHdz2015 years 2 weeks ago
StoryJessie's Garden Silver Spun Sand1615 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI wish i had never met you... lostallfaith415 years 2 weeks ago
Story'Goodbye' She Wrote Silver Spun Sand2415 years 2 weeks ago
Storysamsara begins seannelson815 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMere Dynamaso2815 years 2 weeks ago
StoryArtist's Impression Silver Spun Sand2615 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfurkan’s flotilla delapruch315 years 3 weeks ago
Storywaiting for a birth seannelson815 years 3 weeks ago
StoryAll that is left Mummy Penguin915 years 3 weeks ago
StoryEdith Silver Spun Sand1915 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDiary of a daughter who didn't get the part maggyvaneijk2215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLingering Abstractedly JoseHdz1515 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMy Cocaine Mistress sonora1115 years 3 weeks ago
StoryKisses are a better fate Sean Playfair915 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Cherry

Violet Dreams

Every morning, When I wake-up Pressed against Your warm chest— Intertwined with Your leaf-like limbs— I kiss your Freckled cheeks, Softly, So that you may Remain in violet dreams;
Cherry

The Jazz in the Background

The jazz In the background Enters my Forehead And I Whimsically ponder The Relevancy of Foucault; I miss Mexico City And the Bells From the temple;
Cherry

Autumnal Eyes

It is not that I no longer Miss you And your Autumnal eyes It is just that I have come To accept The fact That leaves Fade and fall
Cherry

My Paper Soul

Today is the first day I go back To the anti-depressants; On my knees. I feel them turn And twist And kiss the Insides of my skull-- And my paper soul.
Cherry

I Did Not Wake Up

In the middle of the Congested street I found Your bloody corpse-- And a handful Of Spanish poems You had written for me; But, no, I don’t believe Anything Freud says.

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