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I held hands with Death today. He wasn't cold or <dark> He was smiling and inviting and it felt like such a <stark> difference between...

The olives I’m eating on this flight taste like success. The brine, divine, The meat, metallic Like a mouthful of gold coins. The...

Your love is a latte. This treat of a brew has become A daily addiction, One I crave like caffeine The second I awake. But I don’t even...