Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

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I would, ideally, like to get away from things

wither away

and in the locks of grass

swaying across the family orchard

a rose at home

don’t speak too loudly

don’t lift me up or hold me

don’t whisper in my ear

telling me stories of sons

mothers from this soil crafted the same

I do, I do as I please

your skin slowly withers

we watch the sun fall and I tremble

and the wood falls rotten from underneath the birds 


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