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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: I lean back against the rotten wooden stump of a dead friend and scan the parked cars nearby. Ever since I saw my first crush getting into her mum’s car after school, I’ve been able to memorise plates and make patterns with the letters and numbers. If I saw that… Read more
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Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: ? Daydreams of the most sensual kind, with breaths that linger and passions that never die. These afternoons have become too sultry for my liking and awaiting rain before the onset of an arid summer is the only optimism that seems to run through my veins. There… Read more
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Originally posted on Morbid Corvid: The man named Rob is visibly dispirited, morose; one can nearly find it palpable when within the propinquity of him. He is a man seated alone at the end of a lively bar, ornate with women laughing open-mouthed with big hair and men in pressed suits. He’s off in his… Read more
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Originally posted on Morbid Corvid: The strange, stubborn man named Rob pursuing answers to his unusual questions galore had taken his leave hours ago, yet all the big-eyed adults, bloodshot from their reefer, worried themselves aloud in speculation over whether or not he would return; perhaps, equipped with more questions. The moon, full and white,… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 