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If I am Worth the Work

Your existence hurts me There is pain in your breath And my steps Retreat. Retreat into before I don’t need this or you or y’all no more But I’ll take ya lessons and make use for them like an expired bouquet dried flowers that hang somewhere aside my memories like practical postcards Pretty, but purposeful…

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Qais Essar: Tavern of Ruin

Tavern of Ruin is a collection of orphic sentiments formed throughout years of built-up personal documentation. Qais Essar unfurls the human ego and its delicate presence within a vast space while creating a sound that feels almost tangible—but not quite. It’s like cupping sunlight in the palm of your hands and wishing that the warmth…