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My stories

The Box

God it's cold . Her frozen lips taking the last drag of the cigarette as if her life depended on it.

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Grey morning heavy sleep Hard to shake must of been deep Aching body weightly as lead refuses to leave this comfy bed Eventually it does as it's told Shuffling weary through the morning cold

Real Magic

There's a magic that binds all things. If we stop only for a moment we catch a glimpse. It is ancient wise continuous. A hidden gift many dont feel but is there non the less.

The Angry Imp

Nonsense poem.

The wake

prawn sandwich/black shoes comp entry

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