Daniel Kang
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The Prized
It was an ordinary morning in the still autumn, a cool breeze brushed the denim carapace of a motionless farmer, eyes creaking open at a stray ray of the…
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All The World’s A Stage
Drama is rather perplexing, and I’m not sure how to describe it. Simple enough is the pit, which isn’t always the theatre’s lowest surface, but still below the stage…
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Lost Souls
She’s right here, she really is. Her presence ever so warm, her smile warming the despair of three-thirty in the morning, peeking at him beneath their covers. …
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Prometheus
Our being is a harlequin, Shackled to Caucasus. It matters not time nor era, The mountain’s peak, our eternal rest, Where the cycle of infinity ignites into progress…
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Venerable Honour
“Papa…” ….. “Papa!” Piercing the maimed corpse of the decrepit tenement, the first ambassador of the morning sun provoked the worn figure from his fatigued unconsciousness to the gentle…
