Author: Mitchel David Ring
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The Republic
Gasping, choking among refuse and wreckage, crawling out of waves like hammer strokes, the sunset at our backs and broken masts silhouetted…
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It’s Always Raining Here
It’s always raining here, a secret language falling steady, collected in stone basins…
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Sage
I burn sage because I like the way it smells. The demons I let stay because they’re good company.
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We’ll Be Back
In another life with glasses raised and fire in our throats to keep us warm through the night…
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Alchemical
After falling, breaking bones against the ground, the sky torn away replaced with flesh and blood, we laughed and laughed…
The Light is On 