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We lay in bed
tonight,
Awash in the moonlight.
Even though the
distance between us is small,
You do not answer my
call.
Even ..
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The stench of death
Hangs heavy in the
air;
Death is the smell of
my breath
And of my dirty
unwashed hair.
They smell us drawing
near,..
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A Chapter by R.M.C
Riding across the clear blue sky, the sun shone down
on the beach, warming the air and sand to a nice toasty temperature and setting
off the light b..
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A Chapter by R.M.C
Scintillatingly, the horsts of sun light
cantered through the window, their banners and armour showering the room in
light and warmth. Supporting th..
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A Chapter by R.M.C
“I love you” Sarah whispered lovingly, sensing Mark
wanted to say it but was... scared? Unsure? Either way, if she said it first,
it mad..
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