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 Aug 5 Maria
Jimmy silker
Once
Love handles
Now
Just grips
Unhandled.
Hallowed
are the dreamers
that sit
along the rails
To watch the trains
go rolling by
for places
left unveiled

Hallowed
the anointed
unpunched
their tickets clean
To see through eyes
that time can’t buy
true islands
— in the stream

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Hand me a cigarette
And tell me another
Beautiful lie before
The sundown
What a lovely scene...
 Aug 5 Maria
Yashkrit Ray
Not a dystopian world we are living in.
That's just our imagination and way of thinking.
If the world were dystopian,
We would have been dreaming of utopia to live in.
Maybe it's not the world that's broken, but our view of it.
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