Ruthio

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StoryJelly Ruthio01 month 2 weeks ago
StorySister Sister Ruthio12 months 1 week ago
StoryFire Wood Ruthio02 months 1 week ago
StoryBecoming Paradise Ruthio02 months 1 week ago
Storylearning a.lesser.thing213 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Bar And Bedroom Ruthio513 years 3 months ago
StoryMarlboro Fingers Ruthio613 years 3 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman913 years 3 months ago
StoryAn Old Incantation The Walrus413 years 3 months ago
StorySoiled. Ruthio313 years 3 months ago
StoryMan with a beer in his hand Ruthio713 years 3 months ago

My stories

Jelly

Who are poems for - Who is allowed to play in their cracks? Are they for the “students of literature” Jelly mounds to poke and prod To slurp Is there...
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Fire Wood

I broke and bended every single last branch I had, Which wasn't many - being so new Yet you inflicted death by a thousand cuts, And I bled sap from...

Becoming Paradise

I am, Not yet rendered in colour.
Cherry

Sister Sister

Twin flame, does nothing to explain You and yet without you I am ashes It is not words It is a ravine of No Words It is wordlessness in its purest...
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The Bar And Bedroom

You once said that we quarter our words, In order to enable the clash of the titans; that battle of the swords, But she and I are all torn, Not cut of the same flesh but broken none the less.

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