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My stories

Memory

i can't remember climbing off you afterwards i fell asleep didn't I and don't remember the tenderness if there was any i don't remember the laughter...

Future

i hold your future in my hands it does not rest easy there how did i end up here watching you squirm as my hands are tied and unable to help you i...

Snapshot

We picked up the subject at 8am when he left his house, he lit a cigarette as soon as he reached the street the action seemed to soothe him, he didn'...

Rough intimacy

ROUGH INTIMACY Soft creaking stairs Pre-amble to betrayal abandoning tender understanding for hard-core love with post coital cigarettes optional...

Playing fields

he left his car behind as he walked down the hill into his child hood down the playing fields the hill wasn't as steep as he remembered as a child he...

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