http://slow.writerscafe.org/JiggaWorld5L The original writings of author ClockWork GRIMM en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031753 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Broken out of this breach, we'll follow footsteps across the seasons. I fall apart, unleashed in color, swiping at you; the unflinching monolith. I'll twist these tired legs into new movement. I am her white pony, swimming over her shores of sandy turmoil.But she breaks her horses. Sacrificing and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiggaWorld5L/1727696/ The latest installment in my flagship series... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiggaWorld5L/1539363/ Incensed in our mortal dance, you scar yourself gracefully. We are unending, you and I, in this fiery gunpowder entwinement. Two souls sharing the same person... Falling in and out of love, back and forth like seasons or shades of red. 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F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiggaWorld5L/1232520/ continuation of a serial killer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiggaWorld5L/1227260/ END OF INNOCENCE Maybe,I've always been scared that there's nothing wrong with me. Thatcalmness scares me to my very core. It's all amicably cursed in theend. When I close my eyes, I am disgusted and horrified that i'malright. This f*****g life. Defined in it's pacifism. Broadly painted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiggaWorld5L/1225189/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiggaWorld5L/1059282/ We can lie and say this was all handed down to us. Say that we can't be expected to break through and learn to forget the sins our parents passed on to us. Our medications and excuses that used to be valid. Or is it the fear of nobody watching that's keeping us down from what we could be? 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