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A Song to Your Coffin in Spring

by Anya The smallest space you’ve ever known,trapped inside with just your bones.The sun is bright,the smell of orange,we lay together there that morn. My…

While Dancing in Venice

by Mandy Rosenberg The fine crescent of the moon was gleaming on surprisingly still waters of the Grand Canal. It was her first time. Although…