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My stories

Abdication

I wear you flamboyant style boastful about my hat, red feathers flying trending the image of pleasing dressed in the fashion of fun. I write long –...

Flight of War

I am not this empty container save for a few glib, throwaway lines paraded about both day and night. Perfect no not ever - yet ineffectual in every...
Cherry

A Serious Man

Don’t make me a stranger in this, your closing hours of need my ever so serious man with the melancholy smile. I know you exist painted with deaths...
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My Lady Of Damask

Into the sustenance of fish bones and prayer audacious climber whose expected, expectations shape her – shape to come For when one's mood is of...
Cherry

The Stairs

I stayed longer sitting on the stairs – indecisive of any entrance, I might have chosen to make. Your voice heightened, thudding through the thin...

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