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Ode to the Thief of Ink by Memona Emman I died. My soul hanged there, fading into nothingness. I remember—I was here once, brittle and pale. Do not give me reminders of the in-between; let it rest. I ...

I must never lose myself. Only my heart belongs to me. I exchanged my soul for love. because of the glass shards. And then my soul bleeds dry because of the glass shards. I do not know why the glass ...

I will eat slices of pineapple until they start to bite back, then keep eating because the juice is just too sweet. I will run up my credit card bill. I will go out to eat. I will make friends, kiss ...