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A Thousand and One Promises
The thing about promises, I thought to myself, as I meandered down the harbour with my hands in the pockets…
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Said yes. The time will pass anyways.
The wavering of our small sun, glazed orange through glass Blushing mandarin-watery, when I came out to greet it The…
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Soft Gold
Red: draped ‘round my neck. The tenderness, the itchiness. Beneath the midnight canvas whispered secrets; promises glimmered like celestial constellations.…
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Free – Falling
“Mum, why do stars exist?” “Well, they help you find your path and your dreams in life. If you…
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Accepted
Lewis’s face was covered with a smirk. His tie loosened, hat off his head, bouncing down the stage to claim…
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Welcome Home
Many say that she would never have deserved this. Others say, “At least her parents are free.” ——— …
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The Sun That Never Sets
In a small Melbourne neighbourhood, there resided an elderly woman who had spent most of her life in the same…
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