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RT @ellipticalnight: from ʔBÉDAYINE by Kaitlyn Purcell (@MIDNIGHTFILTH). this book is doing a lot. @metatronpress brings good things into t…
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- 8 hours ago

RT @zugenia: I’m so glad I was able to hear this fantastic group of poets read tonight at @NCL_TO https://t.co/HdNka9ZZ1U
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- 17 hours ago

RT @yyzachary: hi Toronto, it's time, 7pm, 182A St Helen's Ave., come celebrate with @metatronpress the launch of Kaitlyn "@MIDNIGHTFILT…
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- 17 hours ago

RT @yyzachary: @metatronpress @MIDNIGHTFILTH @internetfantasy It's been my honour to bring ʔbédayine, Kaitlyn Purcell's truly unreal debut…
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- 19 hours ago

RT @girthgirl: Toronto if you miss this ur dumb sorry https://t.co/xA2Dnt9lMR
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Brad Casey

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Allison Grimaldi-Donahue

I said, “I don’t smoke menthols” and I know I said it snobby like I’d never even been offered one before. It was the first time I’d smoked a cigarette in ten days; it was so minty....

Tara McGowan-Ross

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Laura Bardsley

from a short distance, palabra mistaken for tintinnabular, garbage trucks mistaken for string sections, drunken wails...

Eli Lynch

Just when I think I can tell you I feel nauseous on the bus ride to Prague, I am still hesitant and you’re deep sleeping....

Jessica Magonet

Alcohol loosened her lips – lubricated them like bicycle oil. Its delicate fingers undid the thread that stitched her pert mouth closed. Between sips of Bacardi, words tripped over the tip of her tongue and tumbled into the rainstorm....

Gavin Kokichi Lytton

I keep making the same mistake of confusing good sex with love. Stone is stone but skin not skin. ...

Clae Sea

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Damian Rogers

How many times must I learn the lesson of compression? Let go of everything you know and start from scratch....

Ben Fama

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