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Did that thing just whisper something or is it jus..

A Poem by Lucia

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Second & Division

A Story by Ashe

It is dangerous to be seen with me, and you are too much of a daredevil. One that runs counterintuitive to me. One I love too much for my own good.

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A Poem by Michael R. Burch

ProgressbyMichael R. BurchThere is no sense of urgencyat the local Burger King.Birds and squirrels squabble outsidefor the last scraps of autumn:remna..

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