RED

  We strike matches along the shiny skins of polished apples, bite into the heat of burning coals that hold no seeds within their core, watch our reflections on the heavy skins of those ripening fruit as if it will show us a truer representation of who we might be because it too holds a […]

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THE RISE AND FALL OF HE

  He is forward flying, A novice to noise And nuances Of staggering streets Unknown and numerous, Honed to the humming From the surge and speed Of manoeuvres he can Meddle through Mingle through Move through He is a nubile note, A minor chord In a major movement, Braced for a rebirth By foreign fingers […]

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