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StoryMummy I miss you. indigogold216 years 7 months ago
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StoryDream Brooklands616 years 9 months ago
StoryNo' A pome so much as a le''er animan416 years 9 months ago
StoryReceiver jennifer416 years 9 months ago
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Storyone and one makes four animan316 years 9 months ago
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StoryWitch Bitch jennifer1716 years 10 months ago
StoryGrowing Up - Competition Entry Dynamaso1416 years 10 months ago
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StoryThe Last Summer Night jennifer616 years 10 months ago
StoryJust Running mori saltson316 years 10 months ago
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StoryNodding in silence animan216 years 10 months ago
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StoryHave you heard? animan216 years 10 months ago
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StoryDesigned to shock jennifer1316 years 10 months ago

My stories

spiritual

You say, when I use the word, that she, my she, uses it too - you say ‘what does it mean?’ And this, when leaning against the backdoor post, you roll a roll-up and other thoughts
Cherry

Battledene (IP)

Why Battledene? Why there? Well, it’s like this, you see. ... They don’t want me to tell you about them. They’re secret and must not be revealed. Should I? Should I not?

Sitting in the British Library

Why do I love it, why does it get me down? Why? I like the sheen and the patina and the sloping doors, the slope of the floors, the romanticisation of books, of covers, illuminations ... I like

spaces

I saw love as taking. I said this is my love and you must share your fruits with me. You must not question. You must not disagree.

at the returns counter

As we wait to return what we thought we wanted, with our minds on our things like our shoes on our feet, can we think of the nude that lives under our clothes, can we think of the song

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