192: Something Magical

There's something magical about poetry. Everytime you don't write it down, it happens to be the best. And and then sometimes when you do, it just comes out like a jumble of crashing waves. It always comes to you when you're just not quite ready and some of us even have to drag it back... Continue Reading →

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173: Un/Conditional Love

I have this lover. I know that we were destined to meet because our palms bear identical lines and he is my mirror in every sense. At times he is a perfect image of me, and the rest of the time he is my perfect opposite. However, this does not mean that our relationship is... Continue Reading →

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