After seven years
the curse broken into wind
new dawn on my face
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Three months was plenty to smell the mildew of old robes and the perfume of ambition that sticks to every hymnal. They told me it was formation but the concrete was already cracked. The professors fed on trauma politely, like ravens in clerical collars.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
~ if this is the only one I get (and it seems likely it is) I have no idea what to do with it anymore, started off with god and woman
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The sound of cheering voices was deafening. The air filled with the acrid smoke from Julie’s blackened body. In my eyes, she was a hero. She was what we were meant to be, not how we, all of us, have turned out.
By Calvin London5 days ago in Fiction
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