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Glass Empty

Poetry As the fumes of cheap fireworks drift away, and that twenty third shot begins to take effect. A flurry of cliched memes & motivational quotes race through your black screen, All echoing the same refrain: “New Year, New Me!” You push yourself through the hectic hive of work, In return for deflated wages in …

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Antediluvian

Prose Hand and hand we make our last pilgrimage. I remember you traced the silver scars on my fingers with your thumb. You smelled of your bed and lavender, flashing your teeth as you laughed. We talked of life and death, of prayers and old religion; the difference in thoughts and the way we spoke, …

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