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A Portrait of Brioche Crumbs.

A Portrait of Brioche Crumbs.

Love loathes the way I throw caution…
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Efe Nakpodia
zephyrus.

zephyrus.

Stepping out, It flows in, lustrous;…
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Efe Nakpodia
The Ephemeral Symphony of a Moment in Timeless Space

The Ephemeral Symphony of a Moment in Timeless Space

i exist, and so… i dance
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Efe Nakpodia
Fine Wine

Fine Wine

Take a sip, join the wild side Relax to the point you don’t have to hide I prefer Red Wine, the seductive flavor  Pour out the desires…
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Poetic Therapy
Echoes of the Lot.

Echoes of the Lot.

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Efe Nakpodia
Nada. Not A Thing.

Nada. Not A Thing.

It’ll all be for nothing, indeed.
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Lita Tiara
Safe

Safe

What I no longer am
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Lita Tiara
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Red, red.

Red, red.

Red, red the lightflecked glints gleam greener than fireflies christmasing the trees fierier than the fire —
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Tyrone Graham
grief like salt

grief like salt

tastes like a world falling apart. the pieces of yourself won’t go down your throat easily. you can’t say how it feels. you choke on your…
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Joshua Omena
Maternal Instincts

Maternal Instincts

Your decisions are my punishments
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Heather Ann
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