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The night was dark and storms were raging. She was straddling her hog fed by it’s throbbing as they headed south alone, to no particular de
by wattle
0 lines, 22 comments,
on Aug 6 7:00 AM 2007
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I see you sitting at your usual writing spot.
[You always get a look of hunger when your satisfying your muse]
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Natasha was sipping iced water by the bar winding her mind down after a day filled with too much tension to make her meagre salary rewardin
by wattle
20 lines, 41 comments,
on Aug 18 7:16 AM 2007
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The depth to her soul matched deep peridot eyes and passer biers turned. Her canary pink Porsche and pink-diamonded finger advertised unkep
by wattle
2 lines, 24 comments,
on Oct 8 6:42 PM 2007
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The room was occupied and a mess when she walked in from work. The lawn still wasn’t mowed. She stepped over the dog which were it not for him would have been horizontal along the lounge instead. His eyes opened, “Oh great we
by wattle
2 lines, 45 comments,
on Oct 12 12:55 AM 2007
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Tenderly, she leads you mysteriously, delicately into
shark infested bloody waters, whispering with her imagery, breathe dear one breathe.
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Compassionate soul you shine
in brilliant incandescence
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by Cerulean
19 lines, 8 comments,
on Jan 19 5:36 PM
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Friends since college,
strong willed,
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Sadness once consumed her days,
Battling with
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Pleasing soul of sincerity
Opening her heart with every word given
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