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A Poem by Alex
I wake up, fully nude and wondering where the f**k I amI recognise the smoke filled room and I instantly go numbwhy the f**k did I go back here?My hea..
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A Story by Alex
"Right, get up.""Why, where are we going?"I watchhim stand and turn, waiting for me."Alright..." I mumbleand wipe the moss from my jeans.I stub my cig..
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A Story by Alex
If you want to come back to my place, you can if you want?It's really messy and my roommate is a b***h butI'm sure we would have a great time. I have ..
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A Poem by Alex
I could build a castle on your winks and smilesa moatwithyour illusionsI would kiss each of your delicate ribsand worship you with seclusionbut castle..
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A Poem by Alex
She wore black boots and small dreamstoo comfortable with contentwasting precious, valuabletimethat could of been wisely spent Nobody but a brotherwho..
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A Story by Alex
He shook his head andlipped a crumpled cigarettedamn I hate these, I must get some better onesyou don't ever seem to listen to me I saidand shifted in..
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A Story by Alex
She was high, it was obvious.She huddledin the corner of the party on the oversized stained sofa,laughing into her cup with her two friends. It made m..
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A Poem by Alex
On average, 2 women a week are killed by a current or former male partner.
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