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I Thought It All Wrong
I thought it all wrong written by: Mahi I thought it all wrong If I ever believed...
Red is the Colour of Love
Red is the Colour of Love written by: Ginny Swart - When Ruby Norris turned seven, her father Fred gave her a ring...
Touch
Touch written by: Winelady It was only a touch— “forget it,” she said, But it lingered, searing...
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Presence [Not Found]
Presence [Not Found] written by: Tristan Tormented by memories of my own design, I’m trying, digging, searching...
From My Window Pane
From My Window Pane written by: Illustrious Da Poet I watched it all from my window pane,...
Under a Milk Moon
Under a Milk Moon written by: Robin McNamara I am taken with the sun, unlike the cool...
The Reunion
The Reunion written by: RR Fry - The air was filled with the smell of stale beer, old cigarettes and sadness...
Montmartre
Montmartre written by: Kate MacDonald I wandered the streets of Montmartre, entranced by the bombardment of sensory...
Purple Lonesome
Purple Lonesome written by: G. Lynn Brown Ever since I was a little girl and Hank’s song...
Fall
Fall written by: James Yesley Fall is in full swing again. A more optimistic year. An appropriate...
Phantom
Phantom written by: Suman Mondal Every night, when sunlight dims, The life-cycle crumbles And the cool air...
A Nice Day Out
A Nice Day Out written by: Steven Elvy - Ronnie hurried down her short garden path whilst retrieving her key from her handbag...
