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StoryDancing smoke love_writing311 years 3 months ago
StoryInner child love_writing211 years 3 months ago
StoryFinding holes blighters rock1611 years 3 months ago
StoryThree floors up, on a Sunday night love_writing511 years 3 months ago
StoryAunts and Uncles ( Part 1) jolono2411 years 4 months ago
StoryIn Cherry Blossom Time Sooz0061211 years 4 months ago
StorySacrelicious london_calling791911 years 4 months ago
StoryMoon Day Mirage love_writing011 years 5 months ago
StorySnow of silence love_writing211 years 5 months ago
StoryChildhood stories love_writing1111 years 5 months ago
StoryLittle bird love_writing211 years 5 months ago
StoryDark Ages Bee1711 years 5 months ago
StoryNew Year's Revolutions Bee2211 years 6 months ago
StoryI sip my flat white. love_writing211 years 6 months ago
StoryOpaque sky love_writing411 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Big Day forest_for_ever711 years 6 months ago
StoryBirth meets death love_writing211 years 6 months ago
StoryMy Mother Myself Silver Spun Sand1211 years 7 months ago
StoryFeeling fragile love_writing211 years 7 months ago
StoryLove the world love_writing211 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Hidden Heart love_writing011 years 7 months ago
StoryThat house love_writing011 years 8 months ago
StoryA Grave love_writing211 years 8 months ago
StoryFossil Grove love_writing012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Non- Conformist love_writing012 years 2 months ago

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Feeling fragile

I stopped and softly stroked the delicate white orchid’s petal, its fragility suddenly reminded me of you; its rippled wrinkling, like the skin on...

Love the world

A rise in waves from the bottom of my tummy tinkling on every organ on the way rushing filling every empty dry corner; fresh and clear, with frothy...

My Hidden Heart

My heart has been in hiding, under a tough body Armour; a dark shell thick with crustaceans of limpets and barnacles who attach yet don't get through...

That house

That house is now a house, like a doll's house that you can see in, You can make up little scene's; recrerate a day, a night a life. The doll's in...

A Grave

I saw a man once, reading to a headstone in a fawn gilet. As the sun streamed through the trees onto his head, daffodils blew their trumpets at his...

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