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5 seconds later

Poem
lianne
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you took my hand 5 seconds later you're asking for a kiss my dear, we're turning into monsters please you took my lips 5 seconds later you speak my dear, we're turning into monsters please you took my eyes 5 seconds later you start to breath my dear, we're turning into monsters please you shrugged off my dress and turned off the lights 5 seconds later I'm under the sheet...

goodnight kiss

Romance and Poem
lianne
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Lift the skin off my eyesAnd slide me off my dressLick your fingersAnd singe that wickBurning low in the cornerSet your open butterflies to my ownA secret that I can tasteAn echo drums off distantlyYour chin on my shoulder...

The House

Mystery and Abstract
lianne
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He remembered he was the last to see the house before it vanished. The house was located between two other suburban homes, two houses away from his, but no one lived there. It's previous occupants had long moved out that no one even remembered who they were, maybe just a normal family, but so much time had passed since then that the subdivision had more houses spring up over the village, remodelli...

Rebirth

Humour and Abstract
lianne
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I was born twice. The first birth happened on the cusp of lips of my mother's orifice, a sudden squeeze of physical suffocation turned into a painful gasp of oxygen. It was then I existed.The second, under the awning of a charioted sky of my 25th year, an overlap of my first birth, it was the tangible year my age had caught up with who I am.I am older than I should be, I was frustrated in the form...

firefly at 1.05

Horror, Children and Abstract
lianne
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There were two pigs, large and hairy ready to be butchered, about the size of five year old children; they were snuffing each other in a suburban garden in full day light. The sun appeared to cast no shadow over the various bushes and trees, and rows of roofs surrounding the area. The pig's bristles looked clear; however, despite the clarity of their coats they had an obvious filth that enveloped ...

Spit

Poem
lianne
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SpitIt's raining outsideA jet flies byA jest flew byI'm infinitely floating in fliesWhich the worms swallowedJust so you could speakIn tongues like snakesOf which the bible speaks...

10.55

Non-Fiction and Poem
lianne
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10.55The door of my room is openDownstairs my father plays an old song on his turntableOutside a cat is moaningI imagine it's probably moaning from copulationLet the needle scratch out the windAs well as my dirty mind ...

clock

Humour and Fable
lianne
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The river had hardened. The 12 o clock sun had sent across a heat wave swallowing the whole expanse of the road, and what was left of it but the white dashes of stitching clothing the earth. I had laid out on my backseat of the car, it didn't matter what hour it was, what mattered was how this was born. I was a giant whale, on the entire row of the back seat of the car, the whole of my back presse...

Concerning balloons and the thing that keeps them

Humour and Fable
lianne
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* concerning balloons and the thing that keeps them up (title couldn't fit) A lilt thing occupied the confines of my head, and since I think it smaller than the average man's it gave a resounding ping whenever it hit against my ear. The thing that bounced, deflected, jumped, or somehow managed to zoom about jangled me, as much as the concept of what it was. So my first thought was...