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StoryHydrogen Jukebox capoeiragem011 years 9 months ago
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StoryPeople Who HaiAnh1016 years 7 months ago
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StoryI Am No One mikepyro1216 years 7 months ago

My stories

Haiku diary (1-4)

Well if everyone else is doing it... :)
Cherry

The Light of the Sun

The light of the sun doesn't know what it's doing, at least that's what Alberto says, but if it did stop to think every once in a while, and turned its thoughts over to questions
Cherry

Eyes

Finally got round to writing a second draft for this one, have left my first attempt up so feel free to compare and contrast and let me know what you think...

Hurt

Give me half a chance and I will break your heart in two, tearing tiny paper pieces ike confetti in the sky, that scatter in the slow-spun drift of a single afternoon,
Cherry

Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

Taxi cab shimmer in the street light glow of a Saturday night, spray painted people like burnt hollow flames licking at the curve of a crumbling pavement, the language of languid sirens

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