A poem about you should be cliche.
It should be the way my lungs feel
now that you’ve filled them with
flower seeds and
watched them grow.
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Extract from one of our favourite poems in the issue. Check out 'New Hobbies' by Thom C Avery @thethirdrule
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“Nobody is coming to save you” but your day literally gets better after you consume art made by other people. You hang w friends & you’re no longer suicidal, even if just for a few minutes. They’re lying to you about the significance of community. People are saving you EVERYDAY!