AngelsandEagles

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StoryBlood AngelsandEagles012 years 3 months ago
StoryBleeding Only AngelsandEagles212 years 3 months ago
StoryApproval AngelsandEagles212 years 3 months ago
StoryAoife AngelsandEagles312 years 3 months ago
StoryAmbivalence AngelsandEagles012 years 3 months ago
CollectionPoetry AngelsandEagles012 years 3 months ago
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StoryUntitled AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryRosseaux AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryOne Week AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StorySonnet AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Lemon Orchard Secret (SP&L) AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Bargain AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryI'm Sorry... AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryFrom the Eyes of a Murderer AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryDesideratia AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryFriendship Story Never Told AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryElysium AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryDistance from Abbey's Home AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryDreamscape AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryDreamcatcher I AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago
StoryFalling on Fountain AngelsandEagles012 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Helen

Here, her eyes spoke deader. Heart longs for yonder. Missing, just like her false teeth. Was her life meant for something more? Just because.

Burnt Sienna Leaves

“So, your favourite season has always been autumn?” Leaves rustle on a crisp autumn Monday morning...

The Handshake

The hand I shook with was wintrily cold, just like the coolness of laying your own body on the bathroom floor in the morning.

Rosseaux

There he goes, Rosseaux. Watching, witnessing, abhorring. Rosseaux walks and stops. Ardently, he imagines. With eyes closed, lashes tender, head tilted to one side.

One Week

Standing on a broken highway all alone, There's nobody with me since yesterday, I grab my guitar, played a song where feelings are all gone, I use a fishing net to catch a Monday,

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