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StoryShelved. camus011 years 10 months ago
StoryOliver camus011 years 10 months ago
StorySensing. camus011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Woman From Number Twelve. camus011 years 10 months ago
StoryReverie. camus011 years 10 months ago
StoryHidden. camus011 years 10 months ago
StoryGarden Of Stone. camus011 years 10 months ago
StoryDrifted. camus011 years 10 months ago
StoryDiscover Me. camus011 years 10 months ago
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My stories

Shelved.

You sit on a shelf, At the back of my mind. In a secret place, Where I can take you out, Now and then, And peruse you at my leisure. I've tried to make it cosy, With a blanket, a squishy, soft pillow,

Oliver

My delicate child, So ill, yet again. Twelve years of life, Spent fighting, for breath. Your sun-tinted chest, With the chocolate brown mole, above Your top, right hand rib, Raises, ever higher,

Debris.

I study from afar, Safe, protected Behind the mask, That shields my eyes. As I covet The tiniest movement, Slightest twitch, That he makes. I focus, Determined, not To miss a thing Or let him know
Cherry

Sensing.

As you breathe I almost hear you. When you sigh It's audible too. When your pulse throbs steadily As you sleep, So it becomes me. I see your arms Thrown wide, Your scent unconfined

Drifted.

Dead to him now He holds but a shell, A brittle, cracked mollusc Abandoned, outgrown. Denim and silk Surround candy striped clay Cast, By long ago hands Which feathered the flesh, In artisan sweeps

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