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Prismatic Memoriesby || Queen Phoenix ||
"i. they tell me they
cannot comprehend art.
where art is,
whispers reside.
ii. i tell them
that the only art i need are the words that
bleed onto paper.
iii...
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#2
drown the starsby • h i a t u s •
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞
• amateur writings of golden poetry •
[cover by @antigravitea]
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Out-field Catchby SpragueThomson
The surprise of the unexpected. The out of field catch. Caught in the act. Not a silk glove but a leather one. My old Spalding fielders glove. The hitting pattern is alw...
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abracadalgebra by SpragueThomson
The equasion in which the subtract is the deduction from itself leaves but the emptiness of the void. We may speak, however when we just speak out in the wilderness, we...
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the hambone actorsby SpragueThomson
The handpuppets who play their role inside the facade. Those who retreat without being responsible for their gentrification, gerrymandering, racism and fascism. There's...
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#9
the corona report by SpragueThomson
The inflammation infected all the way into the White House, where the piss stained prick could only admit to his very incompetence and get the load of his very own words...
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cross stitch word by SpragueThomson
The embroidery of families past the portals of our earthly demise, found in the lace, the thread from the spool, as the one to be de tangled. The blood left in the thimb...
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#12
The lit mirror image by SpragueThomson
The imager effect of social media, the making of anti social profiles, not people.
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#13
virusby SpragueThomson
The uncertainty of disease shows the vulnerability of our society which is so transfixed on security guarantees and protocols. No such thing can prevent the emergence no...
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#14
riveter paletteby SpragueThomson
The blessing of our eyes as observers of beauty seeing art in what we pass by everyday and wouldn't cherish if it weren't for true friends who share such a gift.
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the ligament by SpragueThomson
The phase where one doesn't care for recognition any longer, or so poignantly put there, where we don't give a fuck anymore
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#17
the judgment by SpragueThomson
The trial of the state vs. the red cat who put his hands in the cookie jar. And got caught, got nicked in the act. Now he pleads innocence. However, he gets what's comin...
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#18
zeal Zielby SpragueThomson
Daily vow, loving vow, wedding vow, to love is indeed a verb. In intricate phrasing tenderness thrives.
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#19
abandoned by SpragueThomson
What else is the post-apocalyptic than a blessing for nature because of the demise and extinction of the human race.
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