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Malfunction [Freeverse Poetry]

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I was the definition of a malfunction. A machine that had feelings. How funny. Machines aren’t supposed to¬†feel. They aren’t supposed to cry or laugh. But I do. I’m a machine that feels. One that hurts every moment I swallow oil to lubricate my gears. One that hurts every moment I flip the “On” switch on the side of my …

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A Reality within Reality: My Relationship with Music

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Everyone knows what it’s like to have a shitty first car. Or at least to have driven one. The brakes squeal, you have to hold the window straight just to roll it up (which also hisses whenever you get past 20mph), your shifter (if you drive manual like I do) grinds and groans just as you do every time the …