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The sun has set, and trees, like statues, meditate. The wheat has all been cut. Federico Garcia Lorca, The Sun has Set The veranda sang a lonely song in the dark. Its voice was full of damp and rust. Accompanying its lonely cries, a chorus of dormant bedroom doors, rattling in the breeze. …
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Leave a Comment / Rebel Creative / By SmithSean
By Sean Smith “Please sign to confirm you are dead. Here and here.” I pressed my bloodied thumb onto a thin sheet. With it, the last product of me was stamped onto an empty form. The last version of me, imprinted on anything, anywhere, ever again. I screamed. The car alarm cried, and …
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Leave a Comment / Rebel Creative / By SmithSean
The sun has set, and trees, like statues, meditate. The wheat has all been cut. Federico Garcia Lorca, The Sun has Set The veranda sang a lonely song in the dark. Its voice was full of damp and rust. Accompanying its lonely cries, a chorus of dormant bedroom doors, rattling in the breeze. …
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Leave a Comment / Rebel Creative / By SmithSean
By Sean Smith “Please sign to confirm you are dead. Here and here.” I pressed my bloodied thumb onto a thin sheet. With it, the last product of me was stamped onto an empty form. The last version of me, imprinted on anything, anywhere, ever again. I screamed. The car alarm cried, and …
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