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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor The gravity of their thoughts Weighs on meOn my identityMy intestines Are fastened up They’ve caused more anguish than helpYou more help than…

By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer Have you ever heard a flockof birds, only to look up into a tree and see it bare?its branches imperfect, impaired Have you ever thought…

By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor only the pretty pink snatched nosesare allowed to use their voices to sing about love and lust and being tragic I could tell you a…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor When life becomes a test of endurance rather than a slow-painted pictureWhen life is like a corsetclinging to sadness is comfortable When everything…

By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer I counterfeiting aesthetic. not admittingthe origins of all you ownwere neither by choice nor newhoping others haven’t caught on,unwitting  II through the un-mowed grasssegmenting ant’s…

By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor No one’s touch feels quite like yoursWearing pearls on my 21styou had fun with them. oh, how cometell me to and I’m on all fours…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor Please, my desire is toLeave hereAnd go to all the placesCities, andEnter my most worthyState—my dreams

By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor diagnose this. twist my arm, pull my ear,I have all the power here.try me onceI’ll decide you have lived enough. don’t turn around,a demon with pink hair…

By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer We fight classy like the queenfights her pneumonia:whisper roughhoused by a quip,taut face softened with a fist.      —Robin Richardson Have you ever brought a calatheainto…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor I can remember running through tall dry grassin my shortswith hair flying as wildly as a kite caught in the wind.The tail tickles…