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Bruised Fruit
A lone tree stood under the evil eye of a blood hot sun. Blue eyed, blue skinned fruit djinns danced And in the heat Red fruit bruised....

Olivia Gurney-Randall
May 28, 20231 min read


Disjunct
I claw the mind, gash the mind, thrash it, thaw it out, crash it, demoralise it theorise til I lose it, booze and then cruise it; drug...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
May 21, 20231 min read


Black Death Breath
You are reading my breath. It smells filthy like last night’s mistake, tastes rotten like a black rat has died inside of it. To have...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
May 7, 20233 min read
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