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Ivan Jenson

American Mistress

  It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort

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Nazma Mahir

The Pure Savage

On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty

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Thisura Daksith

Dawn of a Dove

Chirping hummingbirds with wriggling flies, Dancing butterflies to carefree crows, blossoming florets and awaken shrubs, They wonder, they ponder dazed in a maze   Where

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Yolanda Rommel

I Dance

Do not be fooled when I dance Born  to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined

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Amtul Hajra


I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness

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Humaith Cassim


We all ran the corridors together to make sure we were always ahead of the headmaster. If one did get caught, we all took the

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James Geehring

The Fire

  In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving

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Hongri Yuan

Golden Giant

Who is sitting in the heavens and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smiling? Golden staff in

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Walid Abdallah

Forever Young

My heart is forever young  A divine hymn to be sung I love everyone and always forgive As twice as I take, I always give

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Rosiana Putri Muliandari


Life is a masquerade, People wear masks Everyday, every week, Every month, every year, Some wear the mask That presented their Deepest, darkest emotions Like

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