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 Wander through the burrowed light, mud-packed walls breathing warmth, a kettle thrums—no rush, just the steady,... [read more] |
 people stabbing eachother in a fever of blood-lust to feed upon their corpses at night hobos on the corner with incense laid before t... [read more] |
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 Celestial Bodies and God's Clock Parang mga kamay kong nananakit ngunit tinitiis par... [read more] |
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I stand at the edge of another Monday, boots crusted with dust from a paddock I never meant to cross. The sky doesn... [read more] |
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The river speaks in hushed tones, its currents thick with secrets, folding into themselves— the weight of unspoken histories d... [read more] |
 Today I’m grateful for Nelson Mandela… Who understood when all is said and done… the main purpose of freedom is to create it f... [read more] |