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By: Eryn Edlebeck everything met nothing the two fell in love joined and made something infinite and one the one missed the two so it pulled itself apart everything and nothing regrew with an end and a start enfolding while expanding outward, inward pushed is pulled a wanting lost getting a telling heard untold from behind to ahead time drew round its ring and upon itself fed in the death of growing a flame forever glowing without fuel or smoke casts shadows of knowing the secret love spoke

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The Bitchin' Kitsch May 2015 Issue  

The Bitchin' Kitsch is a zine for artists, poets, prose writers, or anyone else who has something to say. It exists for the purpose of open...

The Bitchin' Kitsch May 2015 Issue  

The Bitchin' Kitsch is a zine for artists, poets, prose writers, or anyone else who has something to say. It exists for the purpose of open...

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