death

Growing Slow written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Growing Slow

Growing Slow written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   When desires, to be pan piped by Morricone wake, over hung, naked, with a willing beauty working lit...
Thus 'Twas written by Suwong at Spillwords.com

Thus ‘Twas

Thus 'Twas written by: Suwong   The night was quiet except the sound of the night owl Sniffles in the main room of the manyatta Where the chief of the...
The Fall written by AngelFace44 at Spillwords.com

The Fall

The Fall written by: AngelFace44 @AngelFace4459   Knowing you're there though I see you not. Your presence infringes the edge of my thoughts. I pay...