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Feathers float land on the floor the love is over, there is no more Bubbles rise on the surface burst the best is over, what's left...the worst..

The cranking of machinery in the distance can be heard The sun is slightly darkened by the wingspan of a bird Something clatters Something shatte..

Danger lurking in the dark waiting, waiting Stranger strikes a little spark flames burning Little child lies asleep dying, dying As black smok..

What stranger walks upon the fragil pathways of my life? It is Death with his dark hooded face and scythe He come to me on a breath of life sin..

The vessel smooth and narrow sailing west upon the sea masts tall and proud commanding attention Billowing like almond silk the sails caress th..

Write out the memories write out the pain write out confusion and blot out the stain Write out the hurt and the heartache and stress write out..

Watch and beware young excursioinist of the Rambogren whose vicious smile belies and beguiles even the most intelligent of men His jewel-like e..

BOND By Melissa Kesead She took her lover’s head in her hands and slowly kissed his eyelids, moving from one to ..

TIDE Moving with a fluidity that suggested the ocean at high tide, her wetness lapped at him like the waves upon the shore. Occasionally s..

Upstairs and downstairs and all through the house scurried the adventurous Jeremy Mouse Through the wine cellar and out through the trees up t..