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VERONICA IN VENICE.A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL IN VENICE WITH HER PARENTS WRITES A POSTCARD TO HER LOVER. |
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VeniceA Poem by Marie HarrisonA nonsense poem. |
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Read if you DareA Chapter by ZoeThis is a book I wrote with my friend, just because we were bored. Here's the first chapter. |
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The Comfort of Strangers (1990)A Story by Doug Orduniobeautiful erotic mystery shot in Venice |
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Wolf's CryA Chapter by HaeshinThe life that was harmed according to the wishes of the so-called vampires now stands over them all. Sequel to the blueprints of 'The Lone Wolf' ht.. |
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ThE VeNeTiAn FaNtAsYA Poem by kaywritesEverybody wants to go to VeNiCe!! This poem also takes a guitarist to the Venetian Fantasy and the feast to his eyes of the lovely city. |
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~ Enter my WorldA Poem by~ Enter my World, E.L. Elisa Laura, Dreams, Lucid, Second World, Fantasy, Analyzing, Classic, Venice, Italy, Masquerade, Love, Romance, Illusive |
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Black VeniceA Story by Josh PattersonIn renaissance Venice, a young woman becomes obsessed with a shadowy, elusive organisation called L'Alato after her grandfather tells her stories of h.. |
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VENICE: The SequalA Story by VALENTINEFear and self loathing in L.A, Martin Mugginess is the pure embodiment of these two things. Male model or escort, only one way to find out. |
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VeniceA Story by VALENTINEThe life of a man who fit's perfectly in the paradigms of what is perceived to be physical beauty (of a male protagonist) makes the best of his gifts. |
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The QuestionA Poem by KelWriterThis happens to be the poem I wrote to ask my very first girlfriend out. Sharing it is a nostalgic trip down memory lane |
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Oh, My ItalyA Poem by AnnaHis kiss was gentle rain on a Spring morning in Venice,it was warm rays through dark clouds in the skies.His embrace was just as much so, yes,but his .. |
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Haunt MeA Poem by AnnaOf beautiful haunting sentience she is,oh, The Ethereal Hallucination.London's sleek wet cobblestone streets,tangled through the city under Paris' sta.. |
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In The Italian NightA Poem by AnnaSinging creatures of the gentle night,twisting shadow branches, near above.Wishes flee under the silver moonlight,swirling helpless without honest lov.. |
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