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Three

Three by MELISSA COOK I can't find you anymore and there's a landslide in there. Our feet don't touch the runway and I never thought I'd say this but I miss the three-hour plane rides between...

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Unanderra

Unanderra by MELISSA COOK When death took you, you refused to go quietly. Sirens echoed in the pit of your stomach and poetry written about you crumbled like your history and architecture. We...

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Obituaries

Obituaries by MELISSA COOK I have written about loss like my body is tomb for cupid arrows plucked from my ancestors. Small-scripted obituaries of every lover onto my skin erased...

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Labyrinthine

Labyrinthine by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON The moon's deathly grip challenges the hue, its dew embellishes languor, the heart, a labyrinthine lilt. Yet I, ineffable, incipient at my longing to live,...

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Grave

Grave by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Death would be adorned if not knowing it comes but once; once to the prepaid grave no one will visit. Death would be quick as heartbreak; each nerve pulsating...