Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

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On occasion, the taste of chai dissolves my senses,
Pins me to the world of twin beds, miniature desks,
A bedroom that had not yet been painted blue.
And though I am not sent for long,
My body is unbound by yesterday,
I see in my vision the colors of my life,
And though I try,
I find it hard to believe
That no one exists to be loved.

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