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StoryOne Grand Obsession john beckett23 years 1 month ago
Storycomposed a long time ago john beckett23 years 1 month ago
StoryDoctor Seuss john beckett13 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat Ophelia Sees john beckett08 years 3 months ago
StoryYOGA PUPPY john beckett08 years 3 months ago
StoryPrologue : A Walk in the Woods john beckett18 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Voice Is In My Head john beckett08 years 3 months ago
StoryExperience john beckett18 years 3 months ago
StoryBegin Again john beckett28 years 3 months ago
Storyold man john beckett08 years 3 months ago
StoryIF john beckett08 years 3 months ago
StoryCocoa Tin and a Spoon john beckett08 years 3 months ago
StorySpill john beckett08 years 3 months ago
StorySicken john beckett08 years 3 months ago
Storybeaches, bi#*hes, beaches john beckett08 years 4 months ago
StoryAttempting Eroticism john beckett28 years 11 months ago
Storyyou john beckett09 years 8 months ago
Storyif only john beckett29 years 9 months ago
Storyno regrets john beckett09 years 9 months ago
Storyred john beckett39 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Late Bus TFH269 years 10 months ago
Storylittle things- ida john beckett110 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDEAD john beckett110 years 2 months ago
StoryIcebergs and Mars john beckett110 years 3 months ago
StoryThat Field john beckett410 years 8 months ago

My stories

One Grand Obsession

Pas de deux A dance for two One grand obsession My love for you I could never repeat what you put me through It was all the love for one and not For...

composed a long time ago

I adjust my eyes to the darkness but there's nothing to see. You move to avoid me. Why bring me to this point then slip away? I don't lose interest...

What Ophelia Sees

What Ophelia Sees (FOR THE Painting What Ophelia Saw) Reflections in the weeping water A glassy surface Twisting writhing with snakes a willow bough...

Sicken

The sensation of hot rage and cold sweat the shaky feeling the regret you ever said anything or made your presence known. you want to go home or cry...

The Voice Is In My Head

I'm Spring I think we've met before in some other place in another time. You don't remember? I don't mind. I'm Spring. I come back every Year.

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