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StoryThe Obligatory Snow Poem MistakenMagic261 year 2 weeks ago
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StoryTurqouise Towels And Riding Crops alexwritings57 years 10 months ago
StoryThings you’d only tell your mother in a foreign language maggyvaneijk169 years 11 months ago
Story"Hi" maggyvaneijk139 years 11 months ago
StorySmokin' at The End of The World Bee2410 years 1 month ago
StoryThe last sunrise. MS1010 years 1 month ago
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StoryMalingee the Bush Ghost (I.P.) White Dwarf710 years 1 month ago
StoryDebbie Harry -shut your mouth. celticman410 years 1 month ago
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StoryHoneytrap (Part Two) Canonette810 years 11 months ago
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StoryBreathless for Winter to be gone Yvonne Anderson1010 years 11 months ago
Storybruised by kisses katiedavison110 years 11 months ago

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Cherry

The last sunrise.

Next to the girl lay an unopened packet of Marlboro lights.She hadn’t been dead long. There was still colour in her cheeks giving a painted illusion...
Cherry

Sympathy for the Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself.
Cherry

Momento Mori

Jon has cut off his eyelids with a pair of scissors. They all do something like that in the end. Some hack away with anything sharp they can find, like an old tin can or nail clippers.
Cherry

Odette, c’est ma billet doux...

Odette, c’est ma billet doux, to a girl I once knew when my world was as far as I could see, and love wasn’t clutched between the claws of a Dove its wings clipped
Cherry

Emily, they tore down the ABC

Emily, they tore down the ABC where we went, every Friday You and Me, in the back row pretending to watch with glasses tinted in Technicolor, and reading each other in brail,

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Great poem, love the sing

Posted on Tue, 28 Oct 2014

Great poem, love the sing song feel to it, like a dark nursery rhyme.

 

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