Prosetry
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Stella…by G. Mramor
Beautiful that stella’s belly grows Beautiful that without warning a kiss Beautiful that makes one from…
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In-Flight Programming.
I just wanted to mourn in peace, in private, but it was difficult to do with…
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From the hall of government…by G. Mramor
From now on the land is burnt
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Untitled – a Poem by D. Lee
for the unnamed I’m baffled by you, tiny monsoon. You come into my womb, and destroy…
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To an unborn child…by G. Mramor
You will be a great explorer



