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A cursed mark they lay upon you,Their sadistic smile sends you wandering into a trance,Snow white skin, and a perfect face,Luminous teeth,A moonlight ..
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An inspired poem by my little girl
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Poem by A.R. Rose
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Continued story from Over The Hill
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'Words are words ; but sincere words are far more rejuvenating' A.R. Rose
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She wanders the deep ,waiting for the flesh of man.Singing, luring , drowning,such beauty, such beauty,but a dark lingering evil core.Why does this ev..
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She who's mouth is stained with the taste of boredomHe who's mind is filled with stories of sea banditslonging for the thrill of the wind in their hai..
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Elena's jaw was lightly trembling ; he was so close. He gently cupped her chin in his hands , then tucked some strands of her curls behind her ear. "Y..
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A young teenager moves to France hoping that she can be successful in getting into her ideal school - temporarily renting a room in a flat for rich ch..
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