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birthmark of bravery

  A black cat leads us in kora. And we follow in dumb curiosity. Underestimating the confidence in that stride, The intentionality of that tail, Not until three rotations does it dawn on us, That…

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the marrow of feeling

I used to write exclusively in run-ons. Adding dashes and dots till my sentences collapsed in exhaust. My egoism wore life like a garish hat. I hate the photos. And the internet’s curse of living…

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