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Monday, September 11, 2017
Mark Antony Rossi writes
I woke up with my
voice box torn out by a giant eagle And for once I didn’t
want to scream For this vicious
beast has done me a favor Without a family my life is over What are words but
whispers of the living Sent into the world with the hope of return.