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CollectionIf I Had Friends camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionHappy Valentines Day camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionNot Circe Laughing camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionA Necklace of Red Stones camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionMelusine camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionSaiidi Stick Dance camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionImpact camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionPsyches Sisters camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionCologne by Laura Tonatto camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionCreature of the Dark camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionLa Sultane(Mme de Montespan) camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionThis Empty Frost camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionThe Little Match Girl camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionI Wish I Had a Boyfriend Who Liked Lingerie camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionQueen of the North camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionThe High Toby camilla011 years 4 months ago
CollectionSheherezade camilla011 years 4 months ago
StoryWorry Sticks camilla111 years 6 months ago
StoryWaiting in Tunguska camilla011 years 6 months ago
StoryWidowsnight camilla111 years 6 months ago
StoryWoodsmoke camilla011 years 6 months ago
StoryWithout Oberon camilla011 years 6 months ago
StoryWicked Uncles camilla011 years 6 months ago
StoryWriting Out Hunger camilla011 years 6 months ago
StoryWearing the Poppy camilla011 years 6 months ago

My stories

Cherry

I am Norse

It seems I am Norse the curve of one dead girls cheek and her eyes looked out of my college yearbook another and anothers red angel hair is mine
Cherry

Home For the summer

Home for the Summer Both under my roof for a while a short time tick of a while a bird chip chip trill of a while pink pink, peewit peewit scuffle and murmur Just those few days
Cherry

The 30th of Julia

The 30th of Julia The 30th of Julia is not a sad dissected piece of forensic detritus bagged, tagged, and labelled a toe perhaps or an ear a plane crash remnant or evidence of a bad bad man

Mrs Worthington

One facilitates

The uses of poetry

As I galloped in the belly of the beast past fields of a nearly obscene green so bright it clashed with the sky like cheap clothing a horrid thought popped in like a ring on the door

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