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Reclaim it. Redefine it. Own it.

My writing exists across different spaces—from children's literature to more confrontational, adult themes.


This is one of those pieces.

Read it fully—sit with it.


—Destany

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A Quiet Reflection on the Presence of Mortality

An untitled poem Memory is but a wisp within the misty tendrils of destiny. I am ever bound to the curse of the mind. Death. She calls me with her all-consuming embrace. She is always distant yet neve

 
 
 

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