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Alankria - January 27th, 2008
trailing words from her fingers in streaks across the brick walls
06:56 pm January 27th, 2008
alankria
On editing
Why can't I write perfect prose the first time round? *sigh*
13 happy kitten-vines or Feed a kitten-vine
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Alex D M
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Name: Alex D M
A selection of free things
Short Fiction
Tattoos of the Sky, Tattoos of the Days
Praise & Criticism for M Rekling's 'The Bottle'
The Essay Alchemist

Poetry
Obedience on the Pyre
Old House

Editorial
The Five Senses
Masterfade
You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade, and
we let the kittens lick our hair and drink our chalky lemonade.
You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid
'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade,
the masterfade.
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