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these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
"Mm harryy.." "What's my name Lou?" He slapped my arse making me whimper. "daddy...I-it's daddy..." "That's what I thought, call me by my real name again and see what happens." Mature: bad language and sexual content. Read at own risk. 17+
ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]
story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
starry nights are too much of a temptation for anyone to resist. #229 Short Story 5-16-15