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We watched them march through midnight, uniforms with boundless blood edges. As told, everyone hid from view, since bilateral relationships don't exist with them. Only venal. Then we saw a little boy face down in mud.

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2020-07-08

It was a feral cat protecting her kittens, fluffy forever tails swaying amid wind's whispers. I kept my distance, noting the 7 obelisk-like poles surrounding the lamp-less road. Bread crumbs. 2

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2020-07-07

The world outside my door came alive, dim sparkles popping madly on surfaces like water in a frying pan. I prefer such afternoons that were louder than dreams, pieces flying petal to petal, perfuming the air.

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2020-07-04

*
Integrity
became disposable

Dropped at midnight
like glass shoe

Trickster
in your mirror

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2020-07-04

The groves used to hold a sweet nectar breeze that followed the most derelict hearts home. It'd buckle a room's acerbic air, urging masks to fall & lungs to drink—but demons hold more power than angels now.

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2020-07-02

W/ moonlight decorating his shoulders in faded blooms, he lifted the lid. There was but a small gate at the bottom. He imagined what it could be hiding—until a gentle melody & yesteryear's sunshine.

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2020-06-29

Few swill from the fruit on disrespectful escapade, most fearing the verve in which they'd be punished. The Grim Mother loathes the sound—though gluttons offer rich blood for her children's doses of immortality.

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2020-06-28

The surrounding pulse rocks me gently. My host still breathes.
I breach the of my pod's walls. They crack as I break free.
Mother God tree's design is wise and
My conscience is clear - my host will die.

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2020-06-27

We are responsible for how we react to a despot called pain and its coarsely spiked spindle. Some choose to ignore it until numbness sets with the sun. You chose to spin a rising lifelong light that reminds me to feel warmth.

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2020-06-26

Deep within the veiled by the flowing waters of the Everfalls, was a concealed cave. The Craven hid and orchestrated their next attack on With in their hearts and swords in hand, it was time for revenge.

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2020-06-22

If roses felt wanderlust amid what the rain & our jogging feet orchestrate, would they flee for submontane paths & their streams? Would they stick to hummingbirds who pollinate their gardens? A rose I could be.

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2020-06-21

Our ancestors envisioned this kind of world but they must've fought for something better than people suspending others as hook-pierced minnows over self-appointed thrones. We're merged in separation with vaulted futures.

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2020-06-19

You weave a spell
reading poetry as I fall asleep
My head on your chest
rhythm in time to your heartbeat
Timeless verse a paean to our love
you ~ the auteur of my dreams






🎨 Melissa Huang

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2020-06-14

The day he was taken, I searched the other side of the wall, eyes burning with sadness. There was no haven for AI, no blood, no presence—only endless ellipses spattering the ground where laughter once lived.

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2020-06-13

Her tarot reader put a label with the slyest little fox on the She drank one at the stand while the tarot reader shuffled.
'This is the fourth one I've bought. Shouldn't it have worked?'
'Takes a while. It's like that way.'

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2020-06-10

We met through the book with a broken spine, arctic lights haloing each other's heads from opposite sides of the shelf. It was beautiful as a sun-teased ravine; & the whistling kettle behind made it home.

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2020-06-09

Would it be epochal
were we to see one another
Or epiphany
for ears and eyes to yield to hearts
Natural or miracle
for word & thought to breathe of love
To live in epicycle
with the world & all her peoples



📸 1- Sarah Dahir (Nawaal Illustrations)
📸 2-Danica Gim

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2020-06-08



The aurora that radiates
From a soul
Shines
Even throughout
The darkest of times
For you cannot quench
Love
Beckons from the heart
And permeates the mind
For what seeps through
Is kind
Kindness, goodness
And strength
Remains
Undaunted
Unchanged

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2020-06-07

My hand clasped with yours & our sights on trees silhouetted by sun's glow, I remembered strawberries' sweet tang on homemade yogurt & the friend who fit almost snug in my palms—the day I no longer felt small. 6

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2020-06-06

Gold rush

We see the sorrow of tomorrow
that stops the of raindrops
from falling and so
present to mend a heart of gold.
✍🏽#vss365

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2020-06-05