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Do not give your voice freely. Hold in arms and hold your tounge. Do not give them the power of speech. Cut and slice and malice your way through. 168 hours since the light has begun to die. Do not yield into that goodnight. Rage. Rage against the dying of the light.

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Looks like tt is going to be gone withing the next 24 hours, how is everyone feeling?

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A prompt provided by a follower on tt

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I feel like a discarded zip loc bag with a breadstick still in it. My mouth slightly ajar, debris covering my body, there is no kind of solitude than this. I am upset. What I mean to say is my stomach is upset. The rotting breadstick in my loins has given me nothing but heartache when it once tasted good but all I can taste now is mold. And… Read more

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Hi terryyyy

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@Planejames i am floored by the beginning and ending lines. There is no bread. And they burnt down the circus

There’s no bread

and they burnt down the circus.

Quietly righteously

silently observe this

Marcus down the street

smells like ashes when he talks to me

he asked for a cup of water

I gave […]

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Hahahahaha welcome james!

Oh shoot… is this where all the cool kids are? Dangit, cool kids don’t ask questions… now i have to pretend someone else asked that… or maybe i can lift my nose and ignore the […]

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You said goodbye before the big hello. Bars of yellow bruises I watched you make what never healed in you. Like a baker of abuse you took my mom like bread. There was no safety in your kitchen. Flour on the ceiling, plates on the floor, eggs on our faces, and a dead mouse in the drawer. What happened to the father I never knew? The knife knows… Read more

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How was everyone’s new year?

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While the new year slips through fingers and heavy eyes I sleep and wonder. Do dreams come true if I have told my pillow of you? Or does the passing of an old year in dreams mean less that I thought? This happened last year too. And I am worried that I leave the party so soon because I worry about the rot reaching my nose sooner than any…

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