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Sometimes I hunt my pagesCurving lines and doting “I’s”Flipping through the many judgementsExpressing thoughts and captured momentsWithout thinking or focusMaking sense or writing jargonsI could hear its voice echoScreaming and…More

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A Call Out of My Mind Palace I was never present in my body, wandering in the rain in a world that only saw my body and ignored me. It…More

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the echo of a wound after interment father, the path to your graves t r e t c h e s like an elastic placenta affixed to my lacrimal sac.your…More

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Lolitas Store It’s usually argued:the Old World descends, say, from Jerusalem, from Athens;misogynist really, since the dawn of time,i.e. droit du seigneur, or burning of adulteresses.In Ancient Greece,the nobles had…More

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