Creative Writing
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showering drunken kisses upon her wet lips the night burns with fire and wine she says she’s ugly that somehow she’s not good enough but i can’t keep my hands off her breathless and wild there’s nothing more i want than to take her in my arms and make us one surrounded by neon ghosts… Read more
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it’s raining outside and i’m sickened blacked out and howling to the moon my guts everywhere chewed up like a plastic bottle left in pieces all over the floor being alone doesn’t bother me though not really i like the silence and my own company brings nothing but solace to think of her with another… Read more
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Islands of dreams. Of naked desire. Strip it back, and taste a little truth. Don’t go into work tomorrow, spend the day in bed with me instead. Let the sun wake you up at midday. Then just lay there, looking up at the clouds as they pass on by high above and out of reach.… Read more
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An open door. The sea. Desolate shopping arcades. Smiles as she walks hand in hand, with me. Teeth white like milk, sharp. A lover. A woman. Wind, blowing sand in our faces. A dress she wears, so pretty showing curves so, fine. Hand in hand upon the promenade, the day goes on forever. Love, some… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 