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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() we are dead stars a unified glory / a pre-ordained tragedy / an exhalation of grief / and the taste of sorry is familiar in / our lips hold the breaks in the canopies / we are a sea of all the things / we are obligated to believe in / we are stratified dreams
we are the filaments of twice-dead souls sensical blood burns and our prayers / are bone-deep / we are sweetness in the shadow-dance of sunlight / a justified blindness as we hold the words / like they are ours we are the swelling silence of the universe the surreal wakefulness / we are silver-smeared reverence that howls in the creases / of thin flower petals we tantalized / the moon is a devilish serenity, a pure misalignment / a cosmic legacy in unrecovered fascicles / we are a boundless divinity / too dense for mourning, too bitter for breaths. Comments are closed.
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