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1. That summer when I was six My mother took us fishing; buckets and rods And a sun hat that drooped over my eyes when It decided t..

From one month agoDear Love, I took a stroll around the park today. The trees were stark thin and bare, loud and jagged against the white of e..

There is a woman who scrubs away a name on her forearm skin red-raw with ferrocyanide because she couldn’t tell if he was kissing her lips o..

My first short story here on writerscafe! Please comment :)

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