| Blunt Trauma
| | I loved you selfishly,... | | Words: | 121 | | Comments: | 33 | | Status: | Public |
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| Morning
| | Iâ??m two cigarettes away from... | | Words: | 105 | | Comments: | 21 | | Status: | Public |
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| Three Masks
| | Three faces eye us individually,... | | Words: | 269 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| | My Taid, my grandfather, is like he never was. I'm not sure what's seized his mind: refusing to take medication for persistant infections that blur his vision and memories, or weather it's a disease... | | Words: | 423 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Perdição
| | I put a lid on the pain.... | | Words: | 87 | | Comments: | 17 | | Status: | Public |
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| Betty
| | Her retro curtain clothing captures... | | Words: | 215 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| To Winter
| | Dimly lit streets pulsate with a choir... | | Words: | 79 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| To September
| | The colour of sunset bleeds across the horizon â??... | | Words: | 98 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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