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blank pages and cigarettes (part 1 - short story)
A Story by
Addie Santos
this is one of the first works I ever wrote, so be merciful.
For E and V.
A Story by
Addie Santos
“The water is so cold.”Her shrilly yet numbing tone can be heard from where the kitchen was. It wasn’t far away from where the bathr..
how the woman i love asks for her lover
A Poem by
Addie Santos
You have been wanderingthe woods barefootclothed in your ivory long dresswith just the goodamount of tousled endsthat rest on your ankles.You make ame..
f*****g forty-year-olds for college tuition
A Poem by
Addie Santos
You’re kissing my bodylike three innocent mensuccessful onescaping prison, kissing themoist soil with moist eyes.You tell me you love me,even th..
a lovely thing
A Poem by
Addie Santos
It would be solovely if you kissedme hardright afterI told youI wasn’t good for you.
with's, and's, because's
A Poem by
Addie Santos
I am so perplexed with the thoughtthat I could have youwhile you look at mewith angstand pleasurewith tormentand with delicate eyesbut you thought m..
Arabella
A Story by
Addie Santos
Arabella is an unusual girl. She likes to have her nails solely in black velvet. Her father sent her to boarding school the moment she..
you had me for five months
A Story by
Addie Santos
The first thing that came out of my lips was the word “f**k”. I do not curse in mornings, but this was one came out with such ease. Anothe..
Adelaide
A Poem by
Addie Santos
Go find another loverOne who does not weep at a specific time(3am between 6am)who does not listen to crestfallen symphonieswho won’t dispute the..
my forever impulse to a love poem
A Poem by
Addie Santos
Now,as my damp hair is sweptby thin windsand this pen of mine isslowly losing it’s inkon fine acid-free papers;I recall, you, my love.You’..
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