Kate Sidaway
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Smelling the flowers againA Poem by Kate SidawaySticks and stones did break my bones, and words did hurt me |
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Disillusions of LoveA Poem by Kate Sidaway |
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Smoke and mirrorsA Story by Kate Sidaway |
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The whirring of a four blade fanA by Kate SidawayAfternoon delight, moving towards a climax that will be more exhilarating than anything thats ever happened before. |
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Only wordsA Story by Kate Sidaway |
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NightA Story by Kate Sidaway |
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NeuroticA Story by Kate Sidaway |
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Feeling cynical.A Story by Kate Sidaway |
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