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StoryRomantic Sex pinda814 years 1 month ago
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StoryPeople Don't Change jennifer1314 years 3 months ago
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StoryIf You Were mayman314 years 4 months ago
StorySalt jennifer314 years 4 months ago
StoryWHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS TO ME skinner_jennifer1714 years 5 months ago
Story"I Am ..." I Said (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1814 years 5 months ago
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StoryOnly This ... Silver Spun Sand1114 years 5 months ago
StoryWinter's Garden Silver Spun Sand2314 years 5 months ago
StoryWhite journey Beeme814 years 5 months ago
Forum topicHello to all. ScoZen1814 years 5 months ago
StoryKeys to my heart jennifer1514 years 5 months ago
StoryHERE AND THERE Zemikael Habte ...114 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Tarantella

Tarantella (11th February, 2010, 9.28pm) Forbidden fingers trace the spider’s web; caught, wings entangled, dangling on a thread of hope in frosty air. Wave tentative legs, teeth

Echoes

First poem in a long time!
Cherry

Here (IP)

Edited, punctuated, named, any better? Too much punctuation?

Love me do (Incendiary)

Bit late for last week's IP, had to come out at some point! I've had enough of trying to be polite!
Cherry

And yet...

And yet… (10th June 2009, 10.09am) you’ve gone dark, absolved any guilt in radio blackness, blocking the airwaves with apathy. I was content with nothing;

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