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Its emerald eyes seared into their brains. The tiny creature with happy little feathers and a shiny little beak transformed itself before their very eyes. Its tiny claws became jets and lifted the rest of the creature into the air. The wings turned, one by one, into powerful engines running off of the tears of [...]

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Terra Nullius Here, is nothing Yet here, is everything Echoes of voices travel from another land Threats of civilization bury in the sand Sometimes the quiet is comforting; sometimes it’s more than you can stand But here is bliss, freedom, a numb joy that rests at fate’s hand And,

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Lately I can't help but wonder if everything worth reading has already been written. The voice in my head that mocks originality elaborates below. Everything has been said Every form has been explored All perspectives have been had Every possible string of words has been strung Someone has already had my ideas And executed them [...]

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Softly, it whistles into the wind Its delicate melody That can only be heard by the lucky ones But its roar Selfishly grabs at your attention Appeals to the senses Heard even when it’s silent Felt like the steady drumming of the earth Hidden from sight Flavor burning through your pores Will destroyed and brain [...]

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Sometimes I just want to smile at birds. And I'd be afraid that people would see me smile at birds and think me odd for smiling at birds. But the moment I thought if I want to smile at birds I'm going to smile at birds I lost the ability to be concerned about what [...]

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  To move with a fluid energy, and move about as if on air, would be nice. To avoid distasteful collisions, and swing your spirit all around, would be nice. To speak with finesse, and exist in pure elegance, would be nice. No mistakes, would be nice. But true grace comes into play with how [...]

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I'm fascinated by the idea of writing things backwards. For this reason, I'll kindly request that you don't take this as morbidly as it may seem. What would I say to the world when I am no longer a part of it? Death has come upon me and because I wouldn't be able to type [...]

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It seems unimaginable to be at peace these days. For those who have managed it, I congratulate you. For me, it's been Ramadan, reading, and reflection. Ramadan has brought with it a stroke of tranquility that differs from previous years. Us Muslims, we needed Ramadan this year. We needed it badly. Despite the moral pollution, [...]