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Tattooed on Her HeartA Book by Darkness17Iris, lost to grief and stuck in an unsuitable relationship must find her heart and she is stuck between her friend and her tattoo artist even though .. |
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Chapter 1: Grief, Ravens and Tattoos.A Chapter by Darkness17Iris gets a new tattoo and remembers the last days of her grandfather. |
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THE COFFEE ADDICTA Story by Khadija M AliyuThis is a short story about coping with loss, grief, mental health and addiction. |
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White painted wallsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Between your white painted walls I stand in a corner and I look for the little cracks where there used to be something once we used to .. |
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We are the deer and we are the tigerA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..It's primal. A deer, hunted by a tiger, notices the danger in time, runs away in time, saves himself; when he looks behind, he evaluates: .. |
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Everyone warns me about the fireA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Everyone warns me about the fire; it'll burn me, it'll sting, it'll dance and lure me into forgiving but no one else has stayed to.. |
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A lamb in a family of teethA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..A lamb in a family of teeth will spin wool into claws. Running only leads the way into the black; domain of yellow eyes. The distance.. |
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Even your gaze burnsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..When eyes only mean to caress, but hands can't contain their strength, even your gaze burns. I can no longer return to before I was f.. |
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You are blue like the skies, I am blue as the ocea..A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..You are blue like the skies I am blue as the ocean You say we are made of the same color, but I remind you we are separated On the f.. |
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Achilles' heelA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..When I lit the fire and forged the steelwho could have foreseen how it would shapethis war of mine?You saw a quiver in my hands, hidden under two fist.. |
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The sun is dyingA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..The sun is dyingand I haven't saved up enough lightMy shelter is filled with rows ofbottled rays, stored pieces of shimmering whiteEnough to last me a.. |
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