Dec 12, 20241 min readThere's Poetry in a lot of Things by Joshua Wangiathe crackling sound of tires revolving home awakening to the sun in the window and my world at my sidethe way you look at me;brown eyes-pupils widening like opaque windows into thoughts I can’t see -(i imagine you think you love me)
the crackling sound of tires revolving home awakening to the sun in the window and my world at my sidethe way you look at me;brown eyes-pupils widening like opaque windows into thoughts I can’t see -(i imagine you think you love me)
cut through the noise to know what love sounds likeCelina Bagchi '24 even though you hold her, you know she’s long gone; she’s slipping like water through your fingers, like a memory and a...
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