They grow in the unlikeliestof places where a rainstormseems to have ravagedevery inch of the garden Under the ruins ofdemolished leavesthe tiniest of sprouts flourishinto a thicket of inflorescence New …
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Poems
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I am the exile son, hollow body yet filled with purpose
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The journey of a welcoming blissful unfamiliarity. The only catch: don’t question its presence.
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I don’t care for those eternal flames anymore So take your unripe figs and hit The ground running Your weak pulsed excuses Won’t save you from those bitter tales You …
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I wrote this piece solely based on my parents’ account. I have no recollection of this event. When I was a baby, I destroyed my mother’s beautiful vintage clock- arguably …
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A man wants a book, a new edition to his vast library An exciting conversation starter for his nightly dinner parties A man wants a book, one with a red …
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I prefer you with the lights off With your moral compass leading you Straight to hell It just makes more sense Perhaps I don’t get nostalgia yet Perhaps I’m scared …
