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By Taylor Bak I will write these poems until I prove you wrong, I will write these poems even if they’re a “waste...
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june's voice was a stranger in my mouth. she did not equivocate or dissemble; she did not hide her meaning in metaphor; she did not...
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By Hina Tai I was standing near the entrance of the bus station, waiting for my parents to pick me up. The next day was Eid...