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I was precipitate before a setting sun, wanting and wasted, temerarious in hope, devoted endlessly to the idea that even people come in pairs.
By Shals9 months ago in Poets
patience pushing through provocation and pain with poise passively plastered on unperturbed faces papering over the cracks formed
By ali8 days ago in Poets
a taste of the clouds; soft in the palm of your hand. misty memories.
By Ashley Lima6 days ago in Poets
It started off as a typical morning. My alarm beeped when the clock hit 7:00 am, waking me from a dream. Turning it off, I sat up and stretched my arms over my head. Sunlight streamed in through my window.
By Amethyst Champagne6 days ago in Fiction
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