"The Prestige" by Zachary Swezy

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Oh nice you got into the literary magazine with the one hundred percent acceptance rate dude very prestigious

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Zachary Swezy, like a jackal, preys among the tombs.

Zachary Swezy is on X @poemPilled and @goodyhilton; Instagram @localhilton; and Linktree @ZacharySwezy

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"The Prestige" by Zachary Swezy

Oh nice you got into the literary magazine with the one hundred percent acceptance rate dude very prestigious ________ Zachary Swezy, like a jackal, preys among the tombs. Zachary Swezy is on X @poemPilled and @goodyhilton ; Instagram @localhilton ; and Linktree @ZacharySwezy

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I saw the iconic photo of her I DM’d the 🥵 emoji she followed me I was happy I sent her my poetry she unfollowed me I was sad she refollowed me she even liked a tweet I was happy ________ Oliver Land is an English writer with work published in Hobart Pulp , Expat Press , A Thin Slice of Anxiety , Be About It Press , and Spectra Poets. “Ginger Jones” is the opening poem from his forthcoming collection White Light Fades (Plague Circus Press, April 2026). Oliver Land is on X

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