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you told me not to burn my bridges
tell me about how you pulled bodies from the lake: faces thinly veiled by a sheet of oblivion
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Misplaced Artifacts
In a puddle of her own bath water, skin cold against the unwelcoming flooring, she began to cry.
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Edition 2: Letter from the Editor
Welcome to the second edition of The Dilettante! Since the digital publishing of the first edition in August, The Dilettante has branched into the world wide web – our website (dilettantezine.com) went live on October 5th. While some content will be made available on both platforms, the site and the publication will also feature unique…
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SP00KY, a playlist
As October ticks on, the days become shorter and the world (okay, the Northern Hemisphere) becomes colder. Scary movie marathons and pumpkin patches take over weekends once spent basking in the sun. Ghosts and ghouls take their posts, lining the streets and haunting sidewalks as if it were their civic duty. I’m sure we’re all…
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Cosma Dog
The Aquadolls openers rock out on the Gasa Gasa stage.
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Refinding Voice
But those lips were not always sewn shut like the bottom of your mother’s jean skirt you tore as he pulled you over a barbed wire fence.
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