CovetA Poem by EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERSreuploading once again... its one of those 55 word things.... “I cannot contain my lust!” he screamed from his side of the street. She glanced up, “What have I told you about talking to strangers?” “They shouldn’t answer when provoked?” he played along. “And the fact that they can smell fear.” The pair then began staring at their newly-formed audience, darting back to the woodwork.
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Added on February 11, 2008 AuthorEVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERSthe big EAboutRight. Well. Once upon a time, I was relatively well known on this site. And then the site crashed. With a fair bit of my work on it. And I got understandably (right?) frustrated. I missed the communi.. more..Writing
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