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misellus por trashykawa
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my body's wretched, and so is my soul.
tuberculum por trashykawa
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holes putrefy my lungs and my mind. [ sequel to "misellus" ]
3AM [a.i] por flovvery
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maybe 3AM's for you are about falling asleep
The Growl por growlin
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"Well, I can honestly say that I'm a little jealous. Of the camera; I'm almost certain it gets to look at you more often than I do." Copyright Mora Feldgrau [2015]
Helium por vehicular
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"Ha! Say something else, your voice sounds so funny!" Copyright [2014] Mora Alex Feldgrau, All Rights Reserved #252 in short story
Sweet as a Strawberry por im_fluent_in_sarcasm
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~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?
nail polish // c.h. por hansollies
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everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}
The Devil Likes Lemon Cupcakes por KatRuby
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This is not a story for the soft hearted. This is not a story for the closed minded. This is a story for those with a little of the Devil inside. "The sadness of music sifted through me like grains of sand; every note fell into the cracks of my bones and wedged its pieces, becoming parts of me. The melancholy tasted bitter-sweet on my skin; every piano key carried the flavor of his chapped fingertips. The exquisitiness of the soul harmony softened my armored heart; it stripped it bare, delicate, exposed to Apollo who wished not only to be a warrior with a bow, but also to pierce hearts with a song." A new age story of Gods favourite angel, and of one naive girl who still believes in fairytales and forever afters.
lipstick // l.h. por hansollies
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she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}
mascara // m.c. por hansollies
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she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}