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Young Writers Society


Spoken Word Club



A place to share and talk about spoken word, slam and audio poetry.


Staff

Arcticus: Creator
Lumi: Admin


These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah