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Ode to Chris
Aidan Fraiola ’23
Chris, just an ordinary five-letter name a simple word really nothing more than text on paper
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No, but your soft voice speaks I hear you I can touch your fingers with the turning of each crisp page
You are lost But I am closer to finding you every letter, every space
“What would Chris say?” Even you wouldn’t know Reading in between the lines a mirror, twin flame,
When the day comes when I tell your story when you tell mine look me in the eye
Sing, from the crumpled paper on the dusty floor Sing, out of my mouth for you appear only existing the locution becomes real
