The Egg by Andy Weir
This is one of my favorite things ever. The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It…
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Spiral by David Wojnarowicz
Sometimes I come to hate people because they can’t see where I am. I’ve gone empty. Completely empty and all they see is…
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I am a River
When I was young, I was a stream. I wondered and meandered, lost my way. Those I met created turbulence and often muddied the…
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