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Liminal State

Liminal State written by: June Wolfman - Rachel Conan parked her Toyota Corolla in an open space at T-Mart and Gas...

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Fall

Fall written by: Emma Wells   If I allow myself, I will fall. Amidst gnarly thorns, snags and deep lashes, I shall find you, buried deep in undergrowth, waiting to be reborn. Sheer, lucid need stretches sinews taut, reaching for an invisible you: a mirage on the horizon, disappearing in plain sight. To fall is to erase myself yet how sweet the destruction – marrying heav...


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Wishes

Wishes written by: Bilquis Fatima   Entice me with bouquets of roses. Walk me through luxuriant trails Serenade me under the silver sky Dine me in a flower strewn bower Sitting on a rock by a jocund stream Immerse my feet and rock the water. Tickling the flowers let me cross the garden Inhaling the intoxicating fragrance abound Sweat out with me in a haystack or soak in ...


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Ode To My Headphones

Ode To My Headphones written by: Scott C. Kaestner   The world is full of noise you drown out, I tune into you over my head my ears now tingling and poof the noise is gone only music, only you and I life is a rhythm we walk into together music magic you over my head.

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Seed in the Glass

Seed in the Glass written by: Lyric   Across the street I quickly walk My phone rings, wanting me to talk See my reflection in the glass A figure of poor middle class. I see the windows up ahead, Once lively, they are cold and dead A remnant now of better times, Now deeply dusted and begrimed. The street reflected and I see In my mind, that which used to be, Vibrant life...


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