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My stories

‘Catch a falling star,' you say.

‘Catch a falling star,' you say. (6th Dec 2008, 6.38pm) Night is hesitant, waiting at the window beside your face, echoing your call to come and play; ‘Come out, come out,
Cherry

Tender Bruises (rewrite for bosch)

Is it any better? I've tried to give you something more to interact with.

Bluebird (inspired by Yaerink1203)

Bluebird (13th November 2008, 01.21am) Like a myth, I sit at the base of your spine, guarding either side, hovering above your legendary buttocks.

Tender Bruises (inspired by elements' 'night poem')

Tender Bruises (12th November 2008, 7.10am) It was here, yes, here in the dark that you moved in me; I could not see you, then, but I felt you. My legs graze sheets, seeking

Three is the number

Ah, a mildly aggravated poet rants on behalf of ABCTales!

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