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Rebekah Webb 5h
Blunderous life Of mistakes gone right And failure turned to feast 175
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Charlie+Dark Sep 15
One small and the whole plot was torn asunder. Celia tore up the awful first draft, then continued pounding the keys with more thunder. 175
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Indigenous Soul Sep 12
Bone white supplication sumptuous flesh suggestive gaze never rests ravishing & ready to go Foreplay hits the table like four aces in the hole Twisting and turning moaning and burning drown our soul. 255 172
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Rebekah Webb Sep 15
Blunder forward Off a ledge And fly 175
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Indigenous Soul Sep 12
Suggestive gaze Sumptuous glaze ravishingly ready sure to amaze I think I've got her where I want her my own private rave But she has me twisting and twirling around her little finger Her angel and her knave. 255 172
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Rebekah Webb Sep 14
Woebegone eyes Look up Stare until They stop 174
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H Sep 11
The hoarder valued that tiny box room, jumbling a mountain of junk.
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Mike Jackson - writer of very, very short stories. 18h
My new robot was constantly malfunctioning, with a array of problems. My biggest concern was its insistence that it could fix itself.
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Mike Jackson - writer of very, very short stories. Sep 14
In the bathroom, a face stared at her from the mirror. The voices inside her head were slowly taking over.
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Michael Davies Sep 7
She is now incomplete what was once indelible drawn with flame The hip’s sweep- lithe, certain footsteps negotiating the stone strewn beach at nightfall
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Mike Jackson - writer of very, very short stories. Sep 15
I made a getting his name wrong. It meant the killing spell I'd thrown wouldn't work. Unlike the one he'd sent in my direction.
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Rebekah Webb Sep 12
Sumptuous words Playing in the back Of my mind Like notes Of an unfinished song 172
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Rebekah Webb Sep 8
I am your nemesis The shadow at your back Feel my weight On the top of Your head 168
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Rebekah Webb Sep 11
We are all a jumble Of flesh And brain 171
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pain_ on canvas Sep 12
I would rather drown in my own ocean of innocence, truth, and martyrdom than lose my sumptuous breath and life in the floodwaters of your so-called love floodwaters 172 sumptuous
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Jamie Routley Sep 13
Beauty and it's truth contained don't shatter the talisman .. for in this we hold on to ..reason...or sanity a drama in verse..
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Brian Gallagher Sep 14
. The Great Woebegone Generation is happy to blame it on us. . 174 (woebegone) .
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Mike Jackson - writer of very, very short stories. Sep 11
I rummaged through the of thoughts inside his head - such a mess. It was going to take me ages to find what I needed.
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Nelson Brooks Sep 15
It was your mistake, first blunder? Going under swallowing me deep inside, believed this was love, just sex in reality, you choke on my affection. 175
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Mike Jackson - writer of very, very short stories. Sep 13
The ring, his magic , hung around his neck. In order to kill him I had to remove it. I smiled seductively as he approached.
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