Read the script,
calligraphy in a text box
I set in virtual ink,
and though you'll see
my journey as an adult,

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In the Dying Art's Revival
Patrick Attaway

Stupidly I wonder...
if anyone's ever felt as defeated as I feel,
like a rodent in a cage with
just a broken running wheel.


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Wait for the night
Paul Michelle

Tick-tock, tick-tock
sounds the clock
in school.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
time will pass.

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Tick-Tock
Catherine Cronin

As a little kid I wondered…
Wondered until I fell asleep…
Woman gave birth to a new life…
Woman is divine…woman is the queen.
And as I woke up, I looked around…

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Rise! Oh Woman! Rise!
Ayushi Mehrotra

You used to talk about your scars,
But now you rarely mention them.
I don't notice them,
But they're present despite
My gaze past the long

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Six Months Ago
Patrick Attaway

En este angustioso ni ser ni estar
en este respirar trabajosamente
te leo para no morir
tomo café para no comer


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PARA NO MORIR
irina maribel cruz garrido

We could be swinging across a galaxy,
Climbing the highest peak of the solar system,
Touching snowflakes; watch them melt under the heat of our skin,
We could be lying in a meadow of flowers;and drowning in the mystical scent.
We could be dancing in the rain; roaming in a desert,

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Classroom
Ayushi Mehrotra

Lonely is the creek


//
In-space: harbour the visit inside ya

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RUN PROGRAM: CREEK
J.G. Smith

the heron is artifice
sucking dry the golden pool
neck straining against the diseased sun

the fire, silent, still

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captured
J.G. Smith