Streicheln

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StoryUnseen beauty. Streicheln08 years 3 months ago
StoryKeeper. Streicheln09 years 5 months ago
StoryInvisible line. Streicheln110 years 11 months ago
StoryIllusion of serenity. Streicheln211 years 6 months ago
StoryReality of dream. Streicheln011 years 7 months ago
StoryImpure. Streicheln311 years 9 months ago
StoryCurse. Streicheln211 years 9 months ago
StoryCaress of dream. Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
StorySay nothing. Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
StoryNewborn. Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
StoryForgotten ones. Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
StoryMirror. Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
StoryBittersweet. Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
StoryMistake. Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
StoryDo you know my name? Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
StoryDay by day. Streicheln012 years 2 days ago
CollectionPoems. Streicheln012 years 1 week ago
CollectionShort stories. Streicheln012 years 1 week ago
StoryEmbrace that never was. Streicheln212 years 1 month ago
StoryGods of old. Streicheln012 years 1 month ago
Blog entry... Streicheln012 years 1 month ago
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Blog entrySilence. Streicheln012 years 1 month ago
Blog entryIf... Streicheln012 years 1 month ago
StoryGift of love. Streicheln012 years 1 month ago

My collections

My stories

Keeper.

Darkness spread across the sky as the first heavy drops of rain fell into dust, distant rumble of thunder a messenger of nature's fury to be...

Unseen beauty.

Dark are the days in the place where i dwell, amongst past hates and long forgotten lusts, a place beyond time and space, where memories of long gone...

Invisible line.

Insanity is, after all, ugly. Even when it wears a mask of beauty. Much like death, try as we might to make it appealing, is always hideous, madness...
Cherry

Illusion of serenity.

Thinking to myself - "Why not?", i take a step back and leap off the cliff i have been standing on the edge of for the last several years, looking at...

Reality of dream.

No words will come tonight, no thoughts. Blindly stumbling in the darkness, crawling on my hands and knees, feeling my way around, nothing but...

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