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StoryAn argument in favour of Optimism well-wisher28 years 9 months ago
Story Valentine's Day Basket case28 years 9 months ago
Storya dozen roses Deliberately Ev...48 years 9 months ago
StoryKing David’s Struggles Rhiannonw68 years 9 months ago
StoryHalf-Moon Cuticle london_calling7988 years 9 months ago
StoryWe Met mrpeterjthomas28 years 9 months ago
StorySTRANGE JEWELS moonphish18 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Love Of My Life (Country & Western Song) well-wisher18 years 9 months ago
StorySatan Rules The World randy-johnson18 years 9 months ago
StoryChandelier EB138 years 9 months ago
StoryKarelia (Poetry Monthly) Pat G108 years 9 months ago
StoryAshen amlee58 years 9 months ago
StoryWe Blink Ewan28 years 9 months ago
StoryTwice you have painted a lighthouse. love_writing148 years 9 months ago
StorySeason Ticket Ewan88 years 9 months ago
StoryHedgerow lenchenelf58 years 9 months ago
Storyonionskin JupiterMoon38 years 9 months ago
StoryApart anakin.kit28 years 9 months ago
StoryBridge Street poetjude28 years 10 months ago
StoryNever forget smoking poetjude78 years 10 months ago
StoryHome Bee178 years 10 months ago
StorySeven Days Frozen Ed Crane98 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Wood Eaters Ed Crane48 years 10 months ago
StoryIt's alright Ma, it's only karma Poette38 years 10 months ago
StoryScribbles From the End: Apocalypse Love Vladislas3248 years 10 months ago

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Earth Heart (3)

Yesterday, we trampled back into the woods

Colossus

His effortless weight now comes to bear as taut meat clings close to bone in the hollow of my father's forearm where my own flesh now rests, gargling...

Still Waters

An attempt to make god-awful rhyme sound better within a structure.
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I'm gonna disappear (up my own arse or to bed probably by 10) IP

I'm gonna disappear. Me and my hairline are gonna blow this popsicle stand cos that's what we used to do. I think that's what we used to do. There's...
Cherry

The Classroom Diaries - Chapter 4

Great, Armstrong thought. Wind. Tuesday morning brought more than just bus duty for the Joint King of English as the kids had dubbed him. It was...

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