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My stories

Cherry

The tear collector

You plucked the tears from my cheeks with a pair of entomologist's tweezers
Cherry

You will not age well

as if love was a quantitative thing like a group of pensioners huddled under a rain blasted shelter on the promenade in Eastbourne
Cherry

My name is Destroy

the saloon bar was a seething caldron of contorted proboscis and antennae
Gold cherry

One Direction

the taste reminds me of my music teacher's endless, porcelain fingers
Cherry

Four reasons to fear love

buried up to my neck in the husks of a billion taciturn stares

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