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By Autumn J. Cuff I repeat audio of our love, and continue searching for our meaning. Why push a pen so hard just to go blind mid-work of...

By Devon Riddick i. The little brown boy sits in his chair, this day felt different, He typically doesn’t sit in his mind, just dumping...

By Keeley Bernard where the yams and the mac and cheese meet, That's where you’ll find your heartbeat. put it on a plate for you— show me...