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Espresso Shots

pickle

“what’s that smell?” ena said with a grimace and looked around. rosy paused in her tracks and sniffed. “where? what smell?” she said, not being able to detect any odour, good or bad. ena shook her head and looked around, then she exclaimed impatiently, “that horrible smell! don’t tell me you can’t get it… where is it coming from?” rosy brought the plate full of pickle up to her nose and sniffed, “nah, it’s not from here!” she said. “of course,…

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indi Poetry

i have never been able to walk past that day

i have never been able to walk past that day and put flowers in a vase filled with crystal clear water or laugh looking up at a blameless blue sky or sigh at the thought of innocent unbroken love no, none of the above   i have never been able to walk past that day and stay on the road looking straight up ahead or feel the rapture of breeze on my face or run into arms of all absolving…

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