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Sycophant

Sycophant by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY We are all broken bits left over from some end, doorways leading to empty rooms. We run while we wait for something to move, everyday a barter of quench and...

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Flocks Unfathomable

Flocks Unfathomable by ALMANO We are birds amongst flocks unfathomable With mended wings that often touch in flight Nervously balancing the meaning of our lives Through epic journeys that...