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four poems

by Keagan Wheat
“I had been thinking
about my fading memory
of dinosaurs, my fading
desire to prove a boyhood
by standards I disregard.”

Ashes In My Mouth

by Jazzib Akhtar
“There’s a harshness to the blue mist I’m smoking. It’s a familiar sting that lingers like unhealed scars.”


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