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..:: CONTENTS
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Volume XI, Issue I
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
..:: ETC
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Contributor's Notes
..:: ARCHIVES ::..
Volume I, Issue I
Volume I, Issue II
Volume II, Issue I
Volume II, Issue II
Volume III, Issue I
Volume III, Issue II
Volume IV, Issue I
Volume IV, Issue II
Volume V, Issue I
Volume V, Issue II
Volume VI, Issue I
Volume VI, Issue II
Volume VII, Issue I
Volume VII, Issue II
Volume VIII, Issue I
Volume VIII, Issue II
Volume IX, Issue I
Volume IX, Issue II
Volume X, Issue I
Volume X, Issue II
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Untitled
John Lowther
Nobody calls me monogamous with malice.
Sexy like radiation poisoning you mean.
Yeah, we have a hard time, thanks for laughing at our troubles – and what's worse, not even
knowing or caring how it affects us.
We want you to be our eyes.
I never said who stole my money.
A mansion in disrepair can often lead to an end in mansion status, unless the disrepair is a result
of the fact that the inhabitants are as old as the building, and the building is old enough to
look sufficiently stately in its demise.
Beware of passion.
We've been boarded.
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Advance //
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