an online magazine dedicated to becoming anything but typecast
a dry lump of guilt
swelling
at the back of our throats
dry cough; you can admit it we
haven't been the best hosts to mother earth
drink water; let it rain
wash away our mistakes to never make them again
We shattered the glass All over the floor We walked away But you walked back Picked up a few pieces and threw them at me I turned to walk...
Plastic, our new savior! We’ll make everything out of plastic. From cups, to bags, heck, even sidewalks, everything will be plastic....
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