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There is nothing poetic About putting back The loaf of bread Onto the dollar tree shelf After the two quarter increase.

Despite how many times I've punched the numbers, This week we go without More than we did the last.

In a sea of red dot price change stickers and marked up sustenance, Survival seems frivolous.

We are forced to play a game only corporations seem to be winning.

"It's only fifty cents" they say. Tell that to these hunger pangs.

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Post Notes: Please do not remove the captions. Title: Dollar Tree Copyright: © Ivan Ambrose 2025 Deck: Hoyle Playing Cards

#wizardparadox #magistar #prism

The thresholds those hours differ on time and biorhythms- 3 am that awakening to the witching hour..

Three pm the time best for a siesta -

Most are born or die at these times

#spirits

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Happy Chinese New Year! The year of the tiger~

lesserjoke

“My heart has rooms that sigh with dust And ashes in the hearth. They must be cleaned and blown away By daylight’s breath. But I cannot essay the task, For even dust to me is dear; For dust and ashes still recall, My love was here. I know not how to say Farewell, When Farewell is the word That stays alone for me to say Or will be heard. But I cannot speak out that word Or ever let my loved one go: How can I bear it that these rooms Are empty so? I sit among the dust and hope That dust will cover me. I stir the ashes in the hearth, Though cold they be. I cannot bear to close the door, To seal my loneliness away While dust and ashes yet remain Of my love’s day.”

— Stephen R. Donaldson (via lesserjoke)