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| | I probably should have... | | Words: | 72 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Aftermath
| | Suicide is less an act than a tale of the soul. - M. Jouhandeau, Chroniques maritales Since far back into the recesses of time, women have washed their manā??s body, preparing him for the grave; they... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Experience | | Updated: | 27-06-07 |
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| Magical Improbability: A Requiem
| | Jeff, the most intoxicatingly enchanting man I have ever encountered, could sell anything to anyone, I think. His job at the Renaissance Faire as Pan the Pagan Love God was to sell handmade ceramic... | | Words: | 1099 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Sum of Our Parts
| | Lines and curves, rolling like waves on the ocean... | | Words: | 39 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Ephemera
| | I wanted more than you could give me... | | Words: | 71 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| La Belle Dame
| | La Belle Dame Sans Merci - John Keats I Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. II Oh what can ail thee,... | | Words: | 628 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Afterburn
| | I tried to picture us together... | | Words: | 53 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Salamander
| | To the salamander I forgot... | | Words: | 86 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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