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StoryA vision beyond reality jolono1111 years 1 month ago
StoryMoving On Silver Spun Sand1611 years 1 month ago
StoryMoving luigi_pagano1011 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat Endures Silver Spun Sand711 years 1 month ago
StoryLaughing In The Yard loquaciousicity011 years 1 month ago
StoryRemembering Burnt Norton Philip Sidney2011 years 2 months ago
Storylets start Fracking alphadog1111 years 2 months ago
StoryTHE KING'S PANTALOONS moonphish611 years 2 months ago
StoryMaths Idea – Boxes well-wisher211 years 2 months ago
StoryMy sweet love well-wisher211 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Ballad of Bill McNally kheldar511 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Drummer loquaciousicity211 years 2 months ago
Storyapprentice torscot1211 years 2 months ago
StoryConsecutive number trick– well-wisher211 years 2 months ago
StoryWhile I Gaze in Your Eyes loquaciousicity211 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Acrobat loquaciousicity011 years 3 months ago
StoryDinosaurs Philip Sidney1111 years 3 months ago
StorySong for Sam hudsonmoon2411 years 3 months ago
StoryPoetry Day Pastoral Philip Sidney1311 years 4 months ago
StoryGypsy Eyes loquaciousicity211 years 4 months ago
StoryUrban Spring Philip Sidney2411 years 4 months ago
StoryGrey Mirror tibi popovici511 years 4 months ago
StoryBattered Shells loquaciousicity511 years 4 months ago

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Gypsy Guy

Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains, be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins. The ruling lot are in a...

Brief Eclipse Of Time

Life begins and ends birth, joy, laugh, cry, death and dust brief eclipse of time

By Now You Have Forgot

Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht? With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought) Through rubble...

Daytime Crystalline

Fat midnight bats feast, gnawing gnats, and flit away serene while on the trails in distant dales the lonesome wolverine sate appetites as dawn...

Sleep In My Arms Lullaby

Soft somnolent skies have ceased seething, for day’s nearly through, while winds echo whispering thoughts of returning to you and heavens throb,...

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