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I Didn't Write this Poem, a Sail Did

Danika Staples '24 At my peak, I’m high but not high enough, Might look scandalized, but I’m just broken. My throat is tight, they sweat,...

m o m e n t s

Joshua Wangia '25 An autumn afternoon. He’s running, the air fresh and cold in his lungs. With his teammates behind him, he runs glorying...

Dripping like honey

Celina Bagchi '24 i’ll kill you with a caramel touch and bittersweet gaze, to remind you how momentary my affections are, how temporary i...

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