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Denial’s friends reimagined, pity there’s no after-party…
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DenialIn the quiet of the early morning,I find myself staring at the empty space beside me.The absence whispers, but I turn away,my mind constructing ..
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In the shadows of our broken selves,Pieces of you linger, unable to absolve.A mosaic of memories etched in time,Yet surely will fade when we depart.Ea..
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Behind this digital oracle,human hands guide the pulse of code.Not abstract threads, but paths-deliberate, weighted, alive with consequence.Zara, a yo..
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In the sprawling digital landscape, content creators carve their paths-voices ripple through screens, thoughts reshaped with every post. I remember on..
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stream of consciousness narration
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Tis but me spiked-up hair, y’seen,Doused with a lot o’spray on green!“Where did you get that hat!?” they say,Folks grind on me..
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…from a four-word challenge.
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In the heart of the forest, life thrives in abundance,trees stretch towards the sky, their canopies a verdant tapestry.The air is thick with the scent..
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Body betrays while caught in a tempestThe mundane morphs in peculiar waysA silent storm stirring within you brewsWith each surge, it claims a piece of..
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