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REEEEEEEEE!
I'm on a low road right now. There are a literal million things to do and not one of them worth my time. I would rather sit in place and burn but the orbit takes me on its inevitable route 'round the center; and I a center in my own right, around which others orbit, and so on and so forth, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Need You
Resuscitate me It's been years since I saw you And I've not lived since
By Nakia Palmerabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Petti Sati
Sati (or suttee) is a chiefly historical Hindu practice in which a widow burns alive on her deceased husband's funeral pyre, either voluntarily, by coercion, or by a perception of the lack of satisfactory options for continuing to live. -Wikipedia
By Seashell Harpspring about 9 hours ago in Poets
