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StoryThe Final Journals of Dr. Peter Lurneman (Journal II) Luke Neima56 years 2 months ago
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Cherry

The last sunrise.

Next to the girl lay an unopened packet of Marlboro lights.She hadn’t been dead long. There was still colour in her cheeks giving a painted illusion...
Cherry

It's a wonderful life...once a year.

So the festive season is nearly over and limping damply away into the gray drizzle that is January. Party poppers lie sodden on the pavements along...
Cherry

Sympathy for the Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself.
Cherry

Momento Mori

Jon has cut off his eyelids with a pair of scissors. They all do something like that in the end. Some hack away with anything sharp they can find, like an old tin can or nail clippers.
Cherry

Odette, c’est ma billet doux...

Odette, c’est ma billet doux, to a girl I once knew when my world was as far as I could see, and love wasn’t clutched between the claws of a Dove its wings clipped

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Great poem, love the sing

Posted on Tue, 28 Oct 2014

Great poem, love the sing song feel to it, like a dark nursery rhyme.

 

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