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When Jackie’s uncle tells stories by the fire, they listen. But the tale of the man in the woods? That one feels too real. A stitched-eyed stranger, a hum in the dirt, and a warning that still lingers: Remington don’t forget. And neither does he.
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As I lay me down to sleep,I pray the Lord my soul to keep.Angels East and West, hold back the winds of war and grief,Angels North and South, bring our tired hearts some peace. Oh Father—walk with us through bad times and the good,Watch over your children, especially those in the hood. Lord, so many…
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Heaven Can Wait…by Amir H. Could you lay with me, underneath these twinkling sea stars,I’m an adult that still needs a night light in the dark.No need to conversate with me—I just want to hold and be held,if that’s not plain to see. To just fall asleep in your presence,where silence speaks in waves,and your…
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Last night, I exploded. I threw a chair.I slammed dishes.All of it—right in front of my children. I… exploded. Once again, I let my children Mother get to me, to the point where I lost control. And what triggered it? Mac and cheese. Lately, the girls and I have been watching Win or Lose on…
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I’m trying to heal, quietly,without disturbing the quiet lives of others,my thoughts a chorus of broken wordsfrom broken lovers. You say you don’t know whyyou want to be with me—it’s just the times, you said,and we’re far from finding resolution. Our arguments roll like thunder,words striking like lightning,until silence swallows our hearts,and we hide in…
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Wasted on Jack and coke, thoughts of you linger,the taste of our last kiss, your lips—sweet as cream.I crave you, raw and unguarded,spread your passion wide; let me savor you,a feast to consume, rich and boundless. You haunt my mind, a vivid hunger,calling me back to the depths of you—reckless, unfiltered, fierce. Entwined like roots…
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