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Disco frequencies, hip-hop beats & sultry synth lines filled your room – a small respite. “Life’s a bitch, and then you die. That’s why we get high.” II. You were supposed to be there, still life. We called your name. We kicked you and screamed. Eyes open wide. Tense muscles we tried to revive. One, two, one two, one two – the pulses we attempted to give you While the fluids in your lungs gave us false hope. Stomachs in knots, our paralyzed skin. The other night we saved you, the lost boy. You thanked me for checking up on you. A lunar eclipse later, we were too late. Phlegmatic form. Wrapped up in a blanket, covered in little soccer balls. Drool on your grey pillow. Eyes like the sea. Sank into my memory. You and I used to argue – you liked to antagonize me. I was never that upset, I swear. I knew it was in jest. Ingest. The crushed blue pills &

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Loving  

Loving is an anthology curated and designed by Jeevika Verma. A literal dream come true, it contains original work by 33 contributors. It wa...

Loving  

Loving is an anthology curated and designed by Jeevika Verma. A literal dream come true, it contains original work by 33 contributors. It wa...

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