IonaFaith
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Time for TeaA Poem by IonaFaithFrosted breath cools the steaming mug Clutched, between your chipped-porcelain fingertips As we warm our fragile hearts on early morning smiles And.. |
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First ImpressionsA Poem by IonaFaithI can only imagine the assignments we'll be set on the first day: "First Impressions" Pick a person in the room and write. So I'd pick up my pen an.. |
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Stress FractureA Story by IonaFaithOnce, when I was young, I broke my arm the doctor called it a stress fracture. I always thought that was a silly name for it because stress couldn't .. |
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It's true what they sayA Poem by IonaFaithIt's true what they say,In the middle of the night.I need you with me,To let me sleep right.The darkness she cries,Out loud all night long.I'll comfor.. |
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Break herA Poem by IonaFaithDrain her blood and grind her bones; Squash her hopes and kill her dreams; Crush her heart and break her soul. Make sure you don't miss any Of t.. |
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Self reflectionA Story by IonaFaithI wrote this as I thought it at 3am, trying to make sense of what I was thinking. |
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My TimeA Poem by IonaFaithMaybe these early hours of the morning were invented just for us The dreamers and thinkers and creators of the world Who need some quiet time to.. |
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MemoriesA Poem by IonaFaithIt's the little things you miss: The looks and touches you share. The smells they leave behind, Lingering after they leave. The sound of their v.. |
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La PlazaA Story by IonaFaithThis is the other of the two pieces I wrote for my friend with the flamenco |
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FlamencoA Story by IonaFaithI was asked to write a section of a story including a flamenco for a friend, this is one of the two versions I created |
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