By Nix Carlson Black mold in the pipelines to adulthood, oozing into the brains of young men. Boys. As if a boy hadn’t pushed me off the monkey bars at seven. Ms. Lees claimed he liked me. Said a crus
By James Veeds Co a ld The cold winter nights never ended for PaulLike the infinite spinning of a record,The music plays.The music of Paul’s lifeA sombre tuneA mellow undercurrentLike the constant flo
By Chen Hao Hua DAMAGE, such a lovely word! Every damage, comes with age, Every damage gives rise to more rage, Every damage, slowly turn you into a mage. HURT such a lovely word! Every hurt comes wit
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