http://slow.writerscafe.org/farskin The original writings of author General Frost en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032317 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Our Loveis true and faithfulcontinues to hold even at a distancewill never end no matter whatcontinues to grow day by daybrings us happyness and joyOur Love will live forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/732448/ Fear it holds people backparalyzed at its sightsome fear spiderssome fear closed spacesmy greatest fear is being alonefills me with worryfills me with fearmy greatest of fears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/724109/ this about my gf :) i love her so much. its so so, not the greatest with poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/721372/ i am forgottenonce there was love now there is notonce there was loyalty now there is notonce there was trust now there is notnow ive been cheatedpushed aside for anotheri am forgotten http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/669922/ Love is the greatest of feelingsit fills you with joy and happinessyou love your family and your family loves youbut there always is that certain someone you know you'd do anything for herto keep her safe you'd drive the distanceeven to just see her and hold her and sayi love you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/663764/ They say I’m crazy. I don’t knowwhat they’re talking about. One day I was here in this cell. Myname is Frank Brac, I remember because some over weight short cop.Man do I hate him. I’m not alone in here. There is one other, noone says his name but he said it was Flai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/658502/ Outside it was nightwith a slight overlay of fog. The FBI building all dark but onewindow and the hallways low light going through the others. The roomwas lit with a small table lamp. The computer on the table alive withsound as Umar was staying late to type his report for the last case... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/658501/ In the woods, chilled feelingto the skin as your hairs on your arm stand. Sounds of the wind throwthe trees with the music of the birds in the air. The taste of dew inthe air from the morning hour. The smell of pine and the fresh air.This site of beauty of nature untouched. Standing lookin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/658499/ made this back in high school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/farskin/658496/