Author: leona allen
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#053: Zigazig Ah
To come back to Tusker/ The heavy-footed phantom in the room/ Sounding their inaudible trunk before/ The splitter splatter of their spectral saliva/Rains droplets of doubt on Debbie/ A drinker from the cup of unanswerable desire/ Unfindable truth/ She scribbles sweet nothings/ And I Owe You’s/ Hoping one day to bank the cheque of purpose/…
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Sunday Round Up 27/06/2021

Hello World and Happy Sunday!I hope everyone’s week has been full of inspiration, exploration and crafting something new. And if none of those have graced your plate, perhaps there’s still some space today? As I mentioned last week, these Sunday updates are to house the things that have provoked me, awoke me, or in some…
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#052: Mo and the Magician 1

[MO] At what point did the jaw release itself from the face? . [MAGICIAN] At what point did your lies decide to cultivate its own fate?
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#051: flowering
Fervour flowered through a crack of the edifice Like a common weed Sometimes there’s a call for forestry To burst through the seams But if you look below your feet The slabs you walk on week to week That concrete cannot seem to stop Life making itself known, unabashedly.