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Volcanic Roars

As I sunk into bed I knew I would never return—I felt it burning, cushions unleashing something from within, blinding bold, without fear, and as I struggled I started to turn to ash—flaking off the bone—I knew that it would … Continue reading

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Fitchburg Line

5:53 Shadows shiver despondently, dust quivers beside arid words. Unwanted tracks dare us to unlock our eyes into unbounded existence with irises bleached blue, hair whisks grey dusk, washes, blankets. We beg to blend into gravel ground beneath unknown commuter … Continue reading

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