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POETRY
In this year of deep breaths, / the wheels of my mind / stumble to move clockwise or anti. / I thought I’d spare you the trouble / of being beside me on a day like that,
YASHIKA DOSHI
Christmas lights hung on / the icy lobes of trees, / and the frosted skin of a darkened river / beneath me.
MANAL AHMED
VINTAGE CAR SPECIALIST
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