The Father gathers his frock and beads.
He sees their string needs mending...
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Famine
Posted by malstranger 453 days ago (Story)
A Ne'er Recieved Suicide Note
Posted by MrsOIxion 460 days ago (Story)
My lost beloved
Ixion
Who battles in a land of his own.
For three ages shy of a decade
I
have slept with you, alone.
In our youthful waking hour
you would confide
your dreams
and fill me as the sun rose up,
sewing all my passions
seams.
The spark in your eye vanished
And fog soo
Ixion
Who battles in a land of his own.
For three ages shy of a decade
I
have slept with you, alone.
In our youthful waking hour
you would confide
your dreams
and fill me as the sun rose up,
sewing all my passions
seams.
The spark in your eye vanished
And fog soo
Araby by James Joyce
Posted by Zach 473 days ago (Story)
North Richmond Street, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached from its neighbours in a square ground. The other houses of the street, conscious of decent lives within them, gazed at one another with brown imperturbable faces.
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