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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 1 month ago
Storylets start Fracking alphadog1111 years 1 month 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 3 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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I'll Always Remember

I’ll always remember the moment we met... (Haunting woodlands in springtime, your slim silhouette) the glint in your eyes sparked a tempest at dawn...

My Friend

You shelter me through tempest storms – indeed, you are my friend. You never try to change my ways, instead you interblend; I’m free with you and you...
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Famine

The sinking sun is now undone, the sky is fading red and shadows prowl neath cloak and cowl for midnight lies ahead. Above the heap, the bosses sleep...

Weeping Girl

Your tears do not become your eyes. Would my guitar weep in their stead to drench and drown the shade that tries, and charm a smile when woe has fled...
Cherry

The Drummer

1 The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud As he beats of Humanity wrapped in a shroud. Well he beats of the bone bags Dame Famine’s designed...

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