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Elegy for the Wound that Blooms
By Sophia Jiang, Art Editor I carry a shovel in the trunk of my car for the anonymous artists that lie on the roads – bunnies, squirrels, raccoons – creatures often dismissed, swerved around, or mutilated with cadmium red hues. Despite the cars angrily honking their annoyances at me, I stop to gently move their…
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I’m Not
By anonymous I don’t want to be the last cookie on the tray the pawn no one wants to play I don’t want to be the final puppy in the crate watching all the others getting adopted away I don’t want to be the gross strawberry that’s moldy, mushy and looks so scary I want…
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