Nicole Currie
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Memory half forgottenA Story by Nicole CurrieWe were always full; drunk with feeling and sanguine thoughts. In thoughts you did appear to me; but you were blurry and I couldn’t hear what .. |
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Drink upA Poem by Nicole CurrieCroaking little devil, Preying upon red hair and pale skin. And with a billowing mane he throws caution to the wind, shaking wooden huts. Those w.. |
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AlbaA Poem by Nicole CurrieI found myself washed up on Alba’s shores and thinking of life. I peeled away the unnecessary skin, wounding itself around me; tightening, squ.. |
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