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Read MoreThe creative mindnever truly sleeps;It naps for 45 minutesat a time.Even that whichappears to besleep, is a fitfulstate of poetic creativity.The brain is likea patchwork quiltthat uses the scraps ofthe day's events,trying to fit symbolstogether, like ajigsaw puzzle.Here's another...
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Read MoreSet me free --I’ve been waiting for you, too.These nights in the castle You’re too distant. It’s...
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It is an older one. I think I had it on booksie.
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Epic .. nuff said .. Neville 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍
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Thank you.
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Read MoreShould I give him a call? I missed our night of sex together. I was also curious to know more about that stranger. Should I get involved in a new relationship that early? I just broke up from one. Well...
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mmm… tender!?!?!… I was aiming for a moan…
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Read MoreI wanted to get laid that night.My boyfriend for the past two years just walked out on me. He met a slut one day and they decided to go to Europe together. I thought my life was devastated when...
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This is an interesting first chapter.
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Interesting hasn’t even begun yet…
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Wait until you read the rest then you can judge
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OMG…omg…I..am gripped by this writing. Where was this hidden?