hoalarg1
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Cold Comfort | Silver Spun Sand | 18 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | They fit | samhennig | 5 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Sun Shone Then | Catherine Rose Davis | 5 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Still Life | harveyjoseph | 2 | 13 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Envy of the Carefree | gingeresque | 5 | 13 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Forgetting | MistakenMagic | 28 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | On the brow of the hill | hoalarg1 | 2 | 16 years 2 months ago |
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Nothing to prove
I had a feeling for paper, not new but urgent, It was ferried by thoughts, numbed from being stuck in muds of memories,
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Remember me
I used to be a stranger to the face, the water rippling and lapping the features away, distortions hid any discernible trace, of a reunion some day.
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The Mystery Stop
It wasn't until I thought I'd stopped that I realised I had not.
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- 851 reads
The written words
I had a feeling for print, not new but urgent. It was ferried by thoughts, cold from being stuck in muds of memories.
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No fixed abode
I often long to escape the place I call home.
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- 736 reads