From a7072dbff528eeb65cdb8f19ca3605bc58107a78 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Radiohotline <radiohotline@disroot.org>
Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2026 13:05:56 +0000
Subject: poetry and books

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@@ -110,7 +110,7 @@
             <p class="c">
             "hello, can we talk?"
             </p>
-            <p class="date">Feburary 2022</p>
+            <p class="date">February 2022</p>
 	    <hr>
 	</div>
 
@@ -143,7 +143,7 @@
             as a violin string,<br>
             as glass—
             </p>
-            <p class="date">Feburary 2022</p>    
+            <p class="date">February 2022</p>    
 	    <hr>
 	</div>
 
@@ -265,6 +265,56 @@
 		<p class="date">May 2026</p>
 		<hr>
 	</div>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<h3>The Bullet</h3>
+		<p>
+		The pantomime of leaves in which you swirl in a yellow dress<br>
+		Collapses when you run afar, diving into the dull air<br>
+		The sun blares its scalding glow, incinerating the hearts<br>
+		Of eleven figures erected in the earth, forming a wreath of bones around the moist mound of dirt<br>
+		Their sweat collects in the wrinkles of their foreheads, and their tears settle in their eyelids<br>
+		Their long black dresses are indistinguishable from their black veils<br>
+		And their arms are reserved to those from which life emanates and laughs in their faces<br>
+		You leap from stone to stone, fluttering like a hummingbird<br>
+		You have long shed the lugubrious skin of a thousand years<br>
+		And have become lighter than a speck of cotton that has escaped from its woven bedding<br>
+		Your closed unclouded eyes lay heavy in their sockets<br>
+		Having let in much of the world's lights yet fail to stir the whirlpool of despair<br>
+		Borne of the burning hearts struggling to grab the conscience of their lost one<br>
+		As it slips between their fingers
+		</p>
+		<p class="date">July 2026</p>
+		<hr>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<h3>How Dare The World Go On</h3>
+		<p>
+		How dare the world go on<br>
+		When I am on my knees in the frozen glass<br> 
+		Entrapped by invisible ghosts
+		</p><p>
+		How dare the world go on<br>
+		When I am pounding on the black curtains<br>
+		Unable to move my legs
+		</p><p>
+		How dare the world go on<br>
+		When I have thrust blades into my eyes<br>
+		And cut my arms off
+		</p><p>
+		How dare the world go on<br>
+		When content hearts and jovial spirits<br>
+		Mock my silent cries 
+		</p><p>
+		How dare the world go on<br>
+		When the whole universe must lay still<br>
+		Wallowing in a deathly wail<br>
+		With me
+		</p>
+		<p class="date">July 2026</p>
+		<hr>
+	</div>
     </div>
 
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