Mark Heathcote

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StoryIs he now rounded into all of The Three Graces? Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryI can promise you, I smiled. Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryHere, There & Everywhere Mark Heathcote111 years 7 months ago
StoryIf my love were like a siren Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryI sang you a love song... Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryGift me what I want Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIn spring temporary southwest Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryHer touches are like snow icicles Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryHallelujah for a women’s love Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIf you but wish Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryHave faith in my hand Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryHer love hearts tune! Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryI say; if every man became more and more feminine! Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIn life’s last lurch Mark Heathcote111 years 7 months ago
StoryIf I a season more than you—miss my cue Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIn loves gainsay Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIf love was a pocket-watch Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIf beauty could let her love to me Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIf beauty could let her love to me Mark Heathcote111 years 7 months ago
StoryHis fallow beasts in prayer go humble Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryImmersed in anew mistress Mark Heathcote111 years 7 months ago
StoryI use to linger in the falling rain Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryHeavens torment Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIt’s time to rest Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago
StoryIn love I'll run to you Mark Heathcote011 years 7 months ago

My stories

Love and rapture!

What can a prisoner say about his bars? When, he can’t extrapolate an escape. Ah, I love you— but farewell—hurrah! O let other I’s within, permit my leave”.

Anesthetized shock!

People, people, people, today, —Don’t they all, but seem, Accustomed to the agonies— Of sorrow and shock! To pain and suffering. (Today…)

Art beauty and lust…

Her portrait has nobility, A certain Je ne sais quoi Yes, age has taken its toll… But, the lady is well honed. She could speak; Esperanto’s

Teachers pet…?

Love is a freelance writer If you want my real answer Please don’t take dictation This is only an aural examination. Students aren’t they impertinent. “Oh how I long for the moment”

In the froth of life

It’s here a dandelion clock Is nodding in the froth of life, It’s here… A meadow overwhelms us: And all our early seven-senses

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