Literature

September

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September 1st, 1939  If those who do not know history are doomed to repeat themselves, we are in a tornado. Turning vicious cycles. The…

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You said you love me by Maria Khan

My Apartment

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My apartment I’ve written so many poems about my little apartment, what’s one more? This poem is about the lady two floors up, who…

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Twist by Amra Khan

The Traveler

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Quiet creation surrounds thin-lipped conflagration. Living, breathing nuances speak dockets of cursive myopathy. I forget myself in crowds hypnotized by blood, plasma, + sweat….

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