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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

guess.

Posted on 14 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

After reading this excellent post on Nicola’s blog, I thought I’d try something… Below are four six-word stories. Each represents a movie. (The plot? Maybe… I tried.) Can you guess the films? Too obvious? Too vague? Do I suck at this? [Scroll … Continue reading →

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dark: a limerick.

Posted on 13 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

On dark days I stand in tears by your stone Struggling to breathe, unwilling to go home My life is now one of agony Even if you never loved me Now I’m destined to walk this world alone Written for Mind … Continue reading →

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haze.

Posted on 12 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

Nighttime clouds cast a blurry haze Hiding the moon and the stars Erasing those love swept days Crushing the memory of your heart Love has gone but the pain stays Lost are those perfect nights of ours Maybe I cannot … Continue reading →

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blush.

Posted on 11 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

The look in your eyes makes me blush… and Every time you touch me I melt inside I love your smile when you take my hand The look in your eyes makes me blush… and I adore your fingers sweeping … Continue reading →

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skeletons.

Posted on 10 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

My eyes sink to the floor I can’t look at you anymore You say I’m under your skin But so much of me I’ve kept in The skeletons I’ve tried to hide Are desperate to be outside But I’m breakable … Continue reading →

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fiction friday 40: secret admirer. part 18.

Posted on 9 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

(This is a bit short… my apologies…) This is part 18 of secret admirer. ♥  [Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, … Continue reading →

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fairytale: a limerick.

Posted on 9 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

All my life I’ve dreamt of a fairytale Where love and romance above all prevail The world says there’s no such thing No prince or princess no queen or king So in my fiction I write every perfect detail… Written for Mind and … Continue reading →

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awake.

Posted on 8 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

In the middle of the night Awake unable to close my eyes I dread the brightness of sunlight Because darkness hides daytime’s lies I’d rather live in denial than fight Twisted in sheets awaiting black skies So I wait again … Continue reading →

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