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Swimming in the wake
he loved the scent of a woman someone he didn't know a stranger who passed him in the street or sat next to him on a bus a friend had once told him...
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- 1229 reads
Relax
friday afternoon stretches into oblivion all I want to do is leave the building time seems still though feel trapped within these 4 white walls the...
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- 1276 reads
Old spice
my dad smells of old spice it's what he wears when i was younger I had a pencil case with brut 45 on it in the shape of that green bottle one...
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- 1280 reads
His Drunken Angel
he hadn't shaved that day and lingered on the crop that spread across his face his trousers had the remains of spaghetti meatballs eaten in front of...
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Fuzzy
a vagueness sweeps over me unidentifiable but present and corrrect clouding the issues coating the tongue with a furry film cannot speak barely able...
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- 1226 reads