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Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka

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i remember how her green eyes would sparkle like emeralds, it was as if the morning sun poured through them

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Some nights I wonder if I dreamed you — then I feel the ache in my chest, and I know you’re real.

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Jane Dade.

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"Cigarette in Rain"

Morning walks feel more like drifting, the world a blurred echo of a life I never asked for. Each step to school is less a journey, more a surrender.

Thoughts hang like stormclouds in my throat — the ones that whisper about ending things before they ever begin.

Then I see it — a cigarette in a pool of rainwater, still whole, unlit, untouched, yet already drowned.

It doesn’t move. Just lies there, perfect in its defeat, clean in a way that feels impossible — like something once meant for fire now softened by the weight of everything it didn’t become.

And somehow, I see myself in it. Not smoking, not burnt out, just there — soaked in silence, floating in a world too heavy to carry.

No wind. No ripple. Just me and that cigarette, both waiting for something to change.

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Anne Sexton.

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𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱

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Was It a Dream?

— by Adolf Arthur Dehn

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The Mosaic Floor (1995)

— by Ralph Heimans

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Waning Moon Before Dawn (1871)

— by Filippo Palizzi

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No revenge, because one day you'll look back and realize that unlike everyone else, i genuinely had the purest intentions with you and just wanted to love you.

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Forever a "I understand" with a constant heavy heart.

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This time, I'll have the last laugh.