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Written by Jacob Ibrag Music was the disguise tonight. All of these cold bodies on the floor were looking for someContinue Reading
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Written by Jacob Ibrag Self-expression is my lifeblood. I don’t exist without looking within. We’re snowglobes. Most unshaken, stagnating, andContinue Reading
Written by Adam Elwood I wonder if it ever really get old? Living on the edge of almost and tooContinue Reading
Written by Adam Elwood The sun rises and shines in her eyes. The world in her hands. Oh, this oneContinue Reading
Written by W.M. Gillingham A bit of Hemingway for breakfast, if you wouldn’t terribly mind, and remember the raspberry jam, but for lunch let’s keepContinue Reading
Written by Daniel Gluska Dark and limitless as I float in the abyss. My limits have dissipated as I am remindedContinue Reading
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