Writing

I wonder if selling fear is fair

They wanted her for her hands tactile wonders that saw on her behalf here she lies, sawed in half on the table of restraint, struggling to speak..

A poem about the struggle of subletting my grungy apartment.

this story is about how I started to paint and how in almost 2 months I already had 3 collectors )

Eh, nothing special really. If this is your first reading of mine, I encourage you to check out my other, much better, writing. Thanks!

A young redhead talks about the time that she was kidnapped and endured through numerous sexual tortures.

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