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		<title>Writing Suicide Notes in the Bluebird</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Dec 2019 21:34:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by David L O’Nan I was writing on notebook paperRed-bumped tongue sticking like glue to the roof of a dry mouthDecember weakens meMy bones and all my thoughtsCan’t dream in the pillars of orgasmsWhen our ecosystems begin crashing in declining health I freeze to your scarsAnd grew hungry in all of your fearsThe stairs and the elevatorsThe storms and the <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/writing-suicide-notes-in-the-bluebird/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>elephants never pity</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2019 05:16:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Jennifer Wilson elephants never feel like this lost and looking for the bones of their mothers, extant flesh hooding their eyes with tears while their body rots beneath them O give me sleep, lumbering and heavy with a grey vastness to eclipse the universe give me bones cold enough to feel the skin I have left, to keep it <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/elephants-never-pity/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>I Just Wanted to Feel Normal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2019 12:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Lamar Neal Those who were supposed to love me Walked me to death&#8217;s door, in Jesus&#8217;s name. I was a young child who couldn&#8217;t see And those prayers weren&#8217;t helping my shame. I was always a little different But no I was not made incorrectly. I didn&#8217;t care I was Heaven spent I just wanted to feel sanity. Sometimes, <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/i-just-wanted-to-feel-normal/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Snake in a Bag</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2019 14:14:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Chris Milam He instantly hated the man eating a donut with a fork. Only affluent folks think fried dough is to be handled with elegance. Marcus wanted to step through the glass and teach him how to properly demolish a long john. Instead, he waited. When the man finally stepped outside, Marcus slipped on his desperation mask. “Sorry to <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/snake-in-a-bag/">Read More</a></p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2019 13:25:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Agampreet Kalra An elephant clogged inside my skull Makes sound each time I breathe There I put my foot forth And here a trumpet rings out I sleep, I sleep at night. But an ant walks in through the cave – Stay wake-broiling, Bubbling, Cold stone blood, Itching the Ele. When I smile in the sunshine The purple bruised <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/ele/">Read More</a></p>
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