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18th
my grandfather’s arms were the first street I grew up on / parallel and stretched out / ready for me to run into
by Saanjana Kapoor
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Poetry
Ode to Hand-Me Down Clothes: It's Perfect
It’s perfect. Almost too much space. No there’s never too much space.
by September Barker
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To Build A Home
I pretend I don't know you, and connect as little as I can with you because I don't want to feel that same detachment again.
by Samira Reason
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