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StoryDay 30 poetjude011 years 3 months ago
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StoryDans nos obscurités poetjude111 years 3 months ago
StoryDante's Judas poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryContraception poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryConfession poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryCold in Summer poetjude311 years 3 months ago
StoryCocktails at Ichizen poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryClub Arches poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryClinging to life poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryCity of Chances poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryCharioteer poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryCelestial Palace poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryCathedral Crib poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryCamellia Sinensis Love Song poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBut I cried once poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBurning the Plough poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBrahma Tea Museum (Draught Free) poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBoy from the high rise block poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBorrowing Children poetjude311 years 3 months ago
StoryBorough Market poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBlack Hole - Dead star poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBig chief rude boy smacks ball over wall poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBig Blue Bus poetjude011 years 3 months ago

My stories

Gold cherry

Keble College

Dare I admit that I am still lonely and vagrant fingers tap the inside of my skull? Restlessly tango from foot to foot. tightened tendons leave no...
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The silence of the bees revisited

One night I had a dream in which we were scientists. The world was falling apart and people were looking to us for answers. The disintegration...
Gold cherry

Never forget smoking

The art of failing is easy to master, and after the first time I rolled a cigarette, the skill remained, honed to a production line perfection of...
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Bridge Street

It’s not like the movies, more like the gospel. Malnourished hearts fed a strange kind of food. Words are a scalpel, a scar from the past. I watch...
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This Coma

My world behind eyelids is shapeless now there’s a dark wall no thing can breach. Empty, bloodless spheres ascend interminable sleep. You whisper...

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