Jane Hyphen

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StoryCome October Silver Spun Sand1610 years 2 months ago
StoryWHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?? jay2143310 years 3 months ago
StoryAbout a Boy Bee2910 years 3 months ago
StoryDear John Bee1410 years 3 months ago
StoryProblems adbates410 years 3 months ago
StoryIn the Garden Room Bee2210 years 3 months ago
StoryI’m Anxious, pleased to meet you…wanna get married? JupiterMoon210 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Snow Queen Jane Hyphen410 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Snow Queen Jane Hyphen210 years 4 months ago
StoryAston Junction Philip Sidney1810 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Bee5110 years 5 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - Potted Husband Jane Hyphen710 years 5 months ago
StoryTree Me Bee2710 years 5 months ago
StoryA Medal! Bee2310 years 5 months ago
StorySymmetry Bee2110 years 5 months ago
StoryPanic Button Bee3110 years 5 months ago
StoryDown in the Valley Bee1310 years 5 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - The Wrong Things Jane Hyphen210 years 5 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - Lavinia Fairfax Jane Hyphen310 years 5 months ago
StoryGave it to the sea Stephen Thom2110 years 5 months ago
StoryI Still Miss You Terribly randy-johnson110 years 5 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - The Pit Jane Hyphen210 years 5 months ago
StoryApril Jane Hyphen710 years 5 months ago
StoryPillock's Castle (3) airyfairy1210 years 5 months ago
StoryA fleeting moment of beauty Yvonne Anderson1010 years 5 months ago

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Trodden Steps

How many trodden steps? Pain contained, muted In this our survival trance We were treading the abyss The sparks of our youth Extinguished in the mud...
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The Hidden Help

They’re back The hidden help I woke with them inside Something’s wrong They talk among themselves And they are right, just Like the voice I heard...
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Your Mother

She’s a stain on you your mother On us, a serpent brimming spite Casts her venom spit-hissed And there’s no hope No light relief, no antidote Each...
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Put Away Summer

Put away summer Cast a veil upon the sun Know tiredness, sleep away. Wind-withered leaves cannot Hold on as birds no longer Aim the candor of their...
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Feeling Confused about Time

Feeling confused about time Yesterday I was twenty three Running on the spot, feeling ashamed Young blood flowed out through cuts A caustic youth, I...

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