The Tower, Fall 2019

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Little Lady Khushboo Patel

i don’t want to be small anymore i don’t open your mouth and remind me that i am here i am not hidden in the valley i am standing beside you blueberry juice running down my face blueberry flesh between my fingers i am made of oak and wine a drunken reminder of hollowed out wood i once was the morning sunlight chasing fresh dew on wildflower leaves i am no longer here i am small

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