http://slow.writerscafe.org/anaisbelieve The original writings of author anaisbelieve en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021480 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ever is changingtides all the timeblue trails of algaeto tangle in your feeti wanted to watchyou walki wanted to congratulateyouyour back to me,the ship sails at ninemermaid eyes,be a lovertattoo each bruiseyour absence createson my fetus heartstill growinganchor into me somepromise, some ever,just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anaisbelieve/916188/ "Comparitive-Part 1"paranoid you will know what i've donewhen i come undoneso f**k everything i've ever saidsince you only want me spread on your floorand if i hate you it is becausei can't erase you or wish away what i've become ortie up what you have made come undonenothing compares to the empty f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anaisbelieve/805755/ the film covering your facein the bathroom distractedme from our fate fora second you were grinand get in again and iwas hopeful nieve a screwcould make it last (onemore time) hey you, you'dsay sly and i'd bat my eyesshy said you're sostrong and so delicate andyour kiss makes me falteri'm wasting ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anaisbelieve/805748/ how can i complaini deserved the shame caused by the game...i played pawni chose a side that would divide my own concious plight...they were beautiful creeping in dizzywearing their scars inside out.i wanted to be the worst of them.Aloof, anorexic, clinging to stale food and cigarettesi would b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anaisbelieve/805746/ Water blossom heart a stain, which is the remnant of your name. before the change that wrecked the concentration, before all was lost in your pity moth flutters. 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Love in friendship... I have exhaustion and illness that drives stakes into me, see, stakes like the ones you set on how our friendship would be. 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