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MACKENZIE DUNSON
I took a deep inhale, as my head tilted towards the sky, as I felt His hands on my shoulder and breath on my ear, perfect, He said, I know that you can make it perfect. He uttered my name. I shuddered, embodying the praise, receiving it in my mind, my soul.

His words pushed me towards the door.

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AIDAN COOPER
all the times i let my teeth ferment in my spit without brushing before bed,
the bits scabbed over by fiber, in neat pairs…
separate under skin, i’ve never used a nutcracker,
i break my own jaw

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