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Storythe writereader delapruch313 years 7 months ago
StoryHomespun Silver Spun Sand2513 years 7 months ago
StoryDignity seashore2413 years 7 months ago
StoryI did Not Leave You,Just Found Us A New Home. prettyrose413 years 8 months ago
StoryTo Drown The Monstrous I vmtwilliams413 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Lavender Sky JoseHdz1113 years 8 months ago
StoryGrace Silver Spun Sand2613 years 8 months ago
StoryAfternoon service fromagreenhill713 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Smell of Lilacs JoseHdz1213 years 8 months ago
StoryLying in the Grass JoseHdz2013 years 8 months ago
StoryJessie's Garden Silver Spun Sand1613 years 8 months ago
StoryI wish i had never met you... lostallfaith413 years 8 months ago
Story'Goodbye' She Wrote Silver Spun Sand2413 years 8 months ago
Storysamsara begins seannelson813 years 8 months ago
StoryMere Dynamaso2813 years 8 months ago
StoryArtist's Impression Silver Spun Sand2613 years 8 months ago
Storyfurkan’s flotilla delapruch313 years 8 months ago
Storywaiting for a birth seannelson813 years 8 months ago
StoryAll that is left Mummy Penguin913 years 9 months ago
StoryEdith Silver Spun Sand1913 years 9 months ago
StoryDiary of a daughter who didn't get the part maggyvaneijk2213 years 9 months ago
StoryLingering Abstractedly JoseHdz1513 years 9 months ago
StoryMy Cocaine Mistress sonora1113 years 9 months ago
StoryKisses are a better fate Sean Playfair913 years 9 months ago
Storyhunter s. delapruch413 years 9 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Violet Dreams

Every morning, When I wake-up Pressed against Your warm chest— Intertwined with Your leaf-like limbs— I kiss your Freckled cheeks, Softly, So that you may Remain in violet dreams;
Cherry

The Jazz in the Background

The jazz In the background Enters my Forehead And I Whimsically ponder The Relevancy of Foucault; I miss Mexico City And the Bells From the temple;
Cherry

Autumnal Eyes

It is not that I no longer Miss you And your Autumnal eyes It is just that I have come To accept The fact That leaves Fade and fall
Cherry

My Paper Soul

Today is the first day I go back To the anti-depressants; On my knees. I feel them turn And twist And kiss the Insides of my skull-- And my paper soul.
Cherry

I Did Not Wake Up

In the middle of the Congested street I found Your bloody corpse-- And a handful Of Spanish poems You had written for me; But, no, I don’t believe Anything Freud says.

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