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- Sunday service. at storywrite
The rain beat humdrum on the moonlit streets,the clouds covering up the murky sky.You walked along, smiling as the rain trickled down the collar of your coat and down to my spi - Stranger in the rain! at storywrite
i can feel the wet saltiness of his tongue and lips,
i run my hands through your damp hair and beg you not to go. - Shadow RuNNer! at storywrite
A cold breeze slapped her round the face, she turned round but the woods were empty.
Julie was 14 she lived in a small isolated village in yorkshire.That night she had walke
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on Every Conception That A Man Can Find by Michelangelo Buonarroti, on May 19, 2004well done its brillant
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on Don't You See? by Katharine Lee Bates, on May 19, 2004this is a great poem well done
