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Saturday mornings and afternoons...

Saturday morning taste like scrambled eggs with tomatoes and red onions. It crunches deliciously in your mouth and brings a smile full of content to your lips. 49 more words

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Petals strewn on the floor...

I opened the door to our apartment and what did I see first? Flowers, flower petals to be precise. Roses. Strewn on the floor. Seriously? Rose petals on the floor? 50 more words

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Assonance...

To speak is very meak when you do it with a tick that sits in your slick wick of a hair.

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Alliteration...

It is incredibly icky to pick insightful inglorious and tricky images of mockery and pity.

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The first person I loved...

The first person I loved reminds me of the deep blue colour, the smell of lily of the valley, the sound of a deep, husky voice,  and the taste of novelty and broken inhibitions.

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A long time ago...

A long time ago, before I had breasts, sense and sensibility, I dreamed I would go to a fantasy land and become fairy princess. I never imagined life as a dire space filled with hurt and ugliness. 27 more words

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