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    Hypotenuse

    "You don't look like a math person," he said. I didn't answerβ€”the numbers pulsed behind my eyelids, jagged and incomplete where the third side should've been. My fingers twitched toward the chips of ice in my whisky, "straight up...

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    ...a lovely chew

    You have such a lovely chew,Where moon-lit cobwebs drape the stone,In the hush of midnight's vaulted nave,Your whisper sinks like bitter-sweet brineβ€”Petals of ash that gnaw at air, Your breathβ€”a rusted key that turns, A phantom's smile, a serrated...

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    ...a taste of whisky

    ...π‘œπ’» 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒢𝓉𝑒 π“€π’Ύπ“ˆπ“ˆπ‘’π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’Έπ‘œπ“ƒπ’»π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆπ’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒπ“ˆ, π“Žπ‘œπ“Š π“‰π’Άπ“ˆπ“‰π‘’ π‘œπ’» π“Œπ’½π’Ύπ“ˆπ“€π“Ž 𝒾𝓃 𝒢 π“ˆπ“π‘œπ“Œ π‘”π“π’Άπ“ˆπ“ˆ π‘œπ“‡ π“…π‘’π“‡π’½π’Άπ“…π“ˆ 𝒢 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 π“‰π‘œπ“ƒπ‘”π“Šπ‘’ 𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’½π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’π“Ž. 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 π“ˆπ’Έπ“‡π’Ύπ“…π“‰π“Šπ“‡π‘’π“ˆ π‘œπ“ƒ π“‚π“Ž 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀 π’Άπ‘”π’Άπ’Ύπ“ƒπ“ˆπ“‰ π“‚π“Ž π“‰π’½π“‡π‘œπ’Άπ“‰ π“Œπ‘œπ“‡π“ˆπ’½π’Ύπ“…π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“‚π“Ž π“ˆπ‘œπ“Šπ“ π‘”π‘’π“ƒπ“Šπ’»π“π‘’π’Έπ“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π‘œπ“ƒ π“Žπ‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π“€π“ƒπ‘’π‘’π“ˆ. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 π’Έπ‘œπ“Šπ“ƒπ“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’Άπ“ƒπ“Žπ“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’·π“Šπ“‰...

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    Song of The Tong

    I spoke long to the gathering, not for echoes to return, but because my tongue hummed, the old song of the tong. As a shadow curled in the corner,the bones of the house yawned, between floorboards to exhale, they simply...

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    Whose marrow now...

    Whose marrow now, the bone-white birch, still remembers the weight of wings that were never meant to keep ghosts, only borrow them like library books, overdue. Come dawn, the river spits out all our drowned names, in perfect alphabetical order,...

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