By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor words can’t tell you how I feelthat is just the deal I madewhen you gave me it all and I was too afraid I’d never…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor Forgot Hematite was in my pocketgiving me clarity. Blessed the prettyiridescent Opalite chain locketstrung on my neck. The lights of this city remind me of…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor I want to leave here and go somewhere else, where the lights are bright at night and the smog leaves greasy stains on…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor knock knockI hear it at nightI hear it when nobody else is in sighttick tock I hear it all dayit’s in my head and its…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor autumn vibescreeping up, cozy and comforting. she smelled like cinnamon, apple, pumpkin pies,spice, and her smile like sunrise. her bloodcurdlingscreams bounce off of the skies.…
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By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer Oh, unrela- ted melo- dic motions Gloving a callused sou- venir pol Yphony of fervour, Ginsberg’s po- Etry room indepen- dent strings of Single notes,…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor Toy soldier jumping around singing, boredto a pop-punk song (instead of hardcore) from the early 2000s. Could’ve put on a showthat would’ve moved mountainsbut instead…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor I dare you to be my girlfriend…genderfluid friend yeah okay then we’ll date and the stars will align for two months you’ll fall in love…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor I’m okay. My hands shakily survey each part of me. Nothing is broken. Not even my spacesuit. But I can’t say the same…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor It was a broad-lipped, wide white tub basking in the frosted light of the window to its right. One that exuded wealth.…