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Poetry
I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,
In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.
Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,
and you on the couch instead.
I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.
But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.
I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,
In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.
Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,
and you on the couch instead.
I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.
But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.
Date Published
February 11, 2026
Dan’s Drawing
By Dan
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
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Self Reflection
By Sofia
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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Beyond the Steel Mesh
By Anonymous
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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2 MIN READ
Burning Broken Thoughts
By Wolverine
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.
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