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StoryWhen one accidentally catches sight of one's reflection in the window of the train home... laurabean011 years 6 months ago
StoryPoetry Plead laurabean011 years 6 months ago
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My stories

Poetry Plead

By laurabean on Tue, 20 Dec 2005

Remember rhyming schemes can seem overly keen And religion is rather contentious. A limerick's too light and a little bit trite And free verse is somehow pretentious. Haiku is not only for trees
Humour
Poem
Certificate U

Confession

By laurabean on Tue, 20 Dec 2005

The magnetic pull of absolution leaves me scrabbling for a faith that isn't here. An ache that cannot be eased by the bliss of the box. Dark, cool wood scent cannot wash away the stain which mars me.
Autobiography
Poem
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I Weep as I Try to Deserve You

By laurabean on Tue, 20 Dec 2005

Each small oblivious act of grace bestowed upon me Is both a joy and a pin prick. As conscience needles; the day blackens, And your kindness gilds a hopelessly tarnished soul.
Love
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But we take it all so well...

By laurabean on Mon, 22 Aug 2005

You call it 'not Art' without malice; just effect
Humour
Poem
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The Season Exhales

By laurabean on Wed, 17 Aug 2005

The World creeks like an old clock as it cools and slows down, Rested light lingers and thinks of nothing.
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

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