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Poetry
What keeps me going
What is it
It’s seeing my Mob
On a one hour visit
Givin’ my mum a hug
Even for just a second
That’s worth a lot
Worth the world I reckon
Seeing their face
When they see mine
Like being in the Matrix
Or slo-mo time
I’ve taken their love
And life for granted
I bottled up a lot
The bottles decanted
These words were formed
From pen to paper
It’s almost a year
But I’ll see you later
What keeps me going
What is it
It’s seeing my Mob
On a one hour visit
Givin’ my mum a hug
Even for just a second
That’s worth a lot
Worth the world I reckon
Seeing their face
When they see mine
Like being in the Matrix
Or slo-mo time
I’ve taken their love
And life for granted
I bottled up a lot
The bottles decanted
These words were formed
From pen to paper
It’s almost a year
But I’ll see you later
Date Published
November 11, 2025
By Dan
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
ISSUE NO. 25
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1 MIN READ
By Sofia
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
ISSUE NO. 25
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1 MIN READ
By Anonymous
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
ISSUE NO. 25
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2 MIN READ