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StoryVenetian Interlude (IP) seashore3014 years 10 months ago
Storythe writereader delapruch314 years 10 months ago
StoryHomespun Silver Spun Sand2514 years 10 months ago
StoryDignity seashore2414 years 10 months ago
StoryI did Not Leave You,Just Found Us A New Home. prettyrose414 years 10 months ago
StoryTo Drown The Monstrous I vmtwilliams414 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Lavender Sky JoseHdz1114 years 10 months ago
StoryGrace Silver Spun Sand2614 years 10 months ago
StoryAfternoon service fromagreenhill714 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Smell of Lilacs JoseHdz1214 years 10 months ago
StoryLying in the Grass JoseHdz2014 years 10 months ago
StoryJessie's Garden Silver Spun Sand1614 years 10 months ago
StoryI wish i had never met you... lostallfaith414 years 10 months ago
Story'Goodbye' She Wrote Silver Spun Sand2414 years 10 months ago
Storysamsara begins seannelson814 years 10 months ago
StoryMere Dynamaso2814 years 10 months ago
StoryArtist's Impression Silver Spun Sand2614 years 11 months ago
Storyfurkan’s flotilla delapruch314 years 11 months ago
Storywaiting for a birth seannelson814 years 11 months ago
StoryAll that is left Mummy Penguin914 years 11 months ago
StoryEdith Silver Spun Sand1914 years 11 months ago
StoryDiary of a daughter who didn't get the part maggyvaneijk2214 years 11 months ago
StoryLingering Abstractedly JoseHdz1514 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Cocaine Mistress sonora1114 years 11 months ago
StoryKisses are a better fate Sean Playfair914 years 11 months 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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