Blind Faith
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Read MorePhoto By: Sosse Karasarkissian Floral Beauty It’s on the tip of my tongue; The solar rays subsiding; A flower’s bloom is subtle yet bold We’ve been enticed beyond this threshold. In such a game, I plea for objection My thoughts fail to resonate The body is the weeping of a parting soul, Life cannot last The objective is clear But the heart smolders into indifferent charcoal. The mysticism behind the eyes A soft gaze which conceals synthesis; Entering a secret room in the back of my mind…
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Read MorePhoto By: Paola Lopez Velasco Infinity To the Universe at large, We are incalculably small; So that our despair may discharge, We continue to laugh after we crawl. Should this turn out to be the end I’ll hold nothing sacred; We turn and turn on this Mobius dividend Perpetually dissatisfied, we want only to feel elated. Written By: Isaac Dinotno
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