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StoryA vision beyond reality jolono1110 years 11 months ago
StoryMoving On Silver Spun Sand1610 years 11 months ago
StoryMoving luigi_pagano1010 years 11 months ago
StoryWhat Endures Silver Spun Sand710 years 11 months ago
StoryLaughing In The Yard loquaciousicity010 years 11 months ago
StoryRemembering Burnt Norton Philip Sidney2010 years 12 months ago
Storylets start Fracking alphadog1111 years 2 days ago
StoryTHE KING'S PANTALOONS moonphish611 years 1 week ago
StoryMaths Idea – Boxes well-wisher211 years 1 week ago
StoryMy sweet love well-wisher211 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Ballad of Bill McNally kheldar511 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Drummer loquaciousicity211 years 2 weeks ago
Storyapprentice torscot1211 years 2 weeks ago
StoryConsecutive number trick– well-wisher211 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWhile I Gaze in Your Eyes loquaciousicity211 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Acrobat loquaciousicity011 years 1 month ago
StoryDinosaurs Philip Sidney1111 years 1 month ago
StorySong for Sam hudsonmoon2411 years 1 month ago
StoryPoetry Day Pastoral Philip Sidney1311 years 1 month ago
StoryGypsy Eyes loquaciousicity211 years 2 months ago
StoryUrban Spring Philip Sidney2411 years 2 months ago
StoryGrey Mirror tibi popovici511 years 2 months ago
StoryBattered Shells loquaciousicity511 years 2 months ago

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Laughing In The Yard

A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard. His face is black, he’s on his back, a breeze is breathing hard, He bleeds and dies, his...
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Bitterness

A twinkle in her eyes tonight evokes the thought that they invite, though I recall, not long ago my absence seemed more apropos. The laughs that...

The Night Awaits The Dawn

Some boys with cheek play hide and seek within a house condemned their faces gaunt reflecting want that’s hard to comprehend. With veiled excuse an...

Clouds

Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue; Wind, the wind bemoans her loss of reins and calm control; Crows, the crows flee men of...

The Harlot

Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet a painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way to tantalise with half-clad...

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