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By Ashley Smith |
sweet words were written for me
and as years have passed and the memories have faded, you're not the one i used to know. there’s a haunting that lingers around those old
sweet words sweet words that are no longer honey but
vinegar no longer gives me goosebumps but a rash. you were a poetic artist but are now a
ghostwriter.
By Daniel Ojeda | Let the ceiling fan have the spins Collecting interior dust. With its very dull wooden rims it creates minimal gust. Their blades keep spinning without stopping, Pull switch chain so
By Felipe de La Rosa | From El Norte, a man is crossing la frontera into Tijuana to visit his familia; when their hands clasp, I feel borders collapsing. From Tijuana, another man stares with hopeful
By Lynda Rodriguez | Yours is the color of sweetness Always comforting Warm Like home Sinful is mine Inviting And satisfying. But never first choice But if amber pours into Obsidian Does it not make s