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StoryPassing Through - 3/3 - Passing time with no time Stephen Thom129 years 9 months ago

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Earth Heart (3)

Yesterday, we trampled back into the woods

Colossus

His effortless weight now comes to bear as taut meat clings close to bone in the hollow of my father's forearm where my own flesh now rests, gargling...

Still Waters

An attempt to make god-awful rhyme sound better within a structure.
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I'm gonna disappear (up my own arse or to bed probably by 10) IP

I'm gonna disappear. Me and my hairline are gonna blow this popsicle stand cos that's what we used to do. I think that's what we used to do. There's...
Cherry

The Classroom Diaries - Chapter 4

Great, Armstrong thought. Wind. Tuesday morning brought more than just bus duty for the Joint King of English as the kids had dubbed him. It was...

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