honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman
honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018
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L a c y L e a t h e r s
She has skin like porcelain. He is a shade like bronze. But when all their differences are put to the side... The Brown Boy and The White Girl indulge in the sparks between them. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #3 |
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V e l v e t V e s t s
He disappears with magic. She sits on her chair all day. But when the two collide... The Ghost of the school and the New Damaged Girl consume in their flaws. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #1 |
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C o t t o n C a r d i g a n s
He came from a broken-loving Family. She came from the Slums. But when the two are faced with one another.... The Family Boy and the Homeless Girl find serenity. © 2015 All rights reserved
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J e a n s J a c k e t
[FEATURED STORY] At school, they were nothing. At midnight, they were lovers. Because one minute after midnight... a rich girl and a boy who came from nothing found something they had in common. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #25 |
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S a t i n S h i r t s
She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |
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