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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Bottomless blue | fairywithatale | 1 | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Collection | Skimming stones by Joanna Timms | fairywithatale | 0 | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Wind of change | fairywithatale | 1 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Painting the ghosts | fairywithatale | 2 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Out on the roof | fairywithatale | 0 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Her soft face | fairywithatale | 0 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | High flyer, earth walker, deep sea diver | fairywithatale | 1 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Embers of the sun | fairywithatale | 0 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | One day you will ask yourself, what have I done | span | 3 | 14 years 3 days ago |
| Story | I forgot | Beeme | 14 | 15 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Not An Easy Love Song | Keir | 7 | 15 years 3 months ago |
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Her soft face
A woman looking down on all i do, say and touch when i'm with you in that room and i never forget for long. Perhaps you can, perhaps you do but it makes the sadness deeper each time i glance
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- 577 reads
High flyer, earth walker, deep sea diver
She is a rock in the line of the wake of the sea, often tempted to break off and be carried away. When captured by the rainbows in it's fine, salt spray. The migrants of the summer sky
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- 684 reads
Painting the ghosts
Kiss me gently when you come wash me in the sweet sensations of life after life eternal being, entwinement. Rid my brittle bones of their stagnant fear of breaking. Talk me through the night
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- 875 reads
Embers of the sun
Stones skim underfoot, provoking movement with their shimmering surfaces. Where to look? Beneath...beyond...up and away.... The dark is drawing closer,
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- 778 reads
Out on the roof
Late one night a wolf whistle blew under a ladies door. It breezed up the the hall and the stairs, lifting a little fine dust from her rugs. It blew under her skirt and between her teeth.
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- 505 reads