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My Cape

Rowen Harbert '26


A thin strip of fabric 

Lined with little images of lions

Speaks back to me


Small holes are engraved from wear

A simple scent sweeping corner to corner

Once the size of me

Now goes barely past my knee


Cream color smothers perfectly around

Edges weaving in and out


Lightly lies arrayed around

Found within a drawer

Grabbing dust as time passed


The core of the child 

A little boy 

And a little blanket


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