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 Near sixth grade's end, spring, nineteen seventy, I became discontent with my identity, and sought a name more sound, liturgically (though I... [read more] |
 Why can't they say it right? It's Mamdani Zohran Mamdani He's the next mayor of New York City Zohran Mamdani Andrew Cuomo, see... [read more] |
 My demons are all around me. My past comes back to haunt me, but I'm not that man anymore. My God will open up the door. My fear, it... [read more] |
 In your arms I am safe. Safe to be me, and be free. From the fears, the anxieties, and even the pain. At last, I... [read more] |
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Trump's destroying the White House East Wing Why would he do such a thing? Whatever Trump wants, Trump gets, he's Opposed to you? He'll cut... [read more] |
 Everything is a commodity your body skin on the open market shanks, whole sides of i have more material than you so my spe... [read more] |
 forward together The bus doors breathe open— a tide of shoes, ... [read more] |
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There was a lonely young lady named Karen Her life, she desired to be sharin' Tried online dating She ended up hating Reached th... [read more] |
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when the heart is heard Daedalus in the sky, awarded wings of flame, far above the goatherd ... [read more] |
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Boy with a Flute He stands ankle‑deep in sand, goats nosing the salt air, their bells a clumsy counterpoint to the thin... [read more] |
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I am grateful for understanding how every day I am alive a different gift comes my way… And I’m happy to wake up every m... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand this life we have been given is a gift… to this there can be no doubt… and it’s up to us to use this... [read more] |
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We are all born with our own special gifts… I have a gift or two and I’m sure all of you do too. Things that come naturally to us.... [read more] |
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Heterozygous for sickle cell all the babies are reared in stables there are always flys in their faces the cytoplasm never freezes bugs year... [read more] |
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Devon Pan A boy with goats, flute pressed to his lips, breath spilling into wood— a ribbon of sound trembling like reeds in a... [read more] |