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Baby
You stick in the crevice, corner of my sight. Have you been here all the time? Burning the backs of my eyelids? Echo of a light; darling...
Bettie Van Wegen
Feb 242 min read


The Dancer
It is dark in the hall. The spotlights are focused on the dance group, his daughter is between the other dancers. She is still so young and
Terri Thahmaz
Feb 245 min read
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