ILLUMINATION
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ILLUMINATION

Pranked

Yianni, is my friend, the kind of friend that the god’s molded from legend, like St. George, charging in to save the day, banners flaring, his red cross breaking through the solitary borders I’d erected — just to keep him out of my head. The part of my soul he occupied never seemed to be enough for him. He was dangerous — he wanted to own my silence.

He is the friend that is a part of the spotted soul I had not given away elsewhere. A part of…

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R Tsambounieri Talarantas

R Tsambounieri Talarantas

In my spare time, I’ll be found at my favorite writing spot— where death surely cannot miss me. I’ve been censored... I do not tell—all.