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“hope youre well”

by Thao Pham It was another late night. The glare of the streetlights spilled from the edges of my blinds and, just outside, a cricket chirped away. The most unsettling part of all this was the absence of joyful music, roars of celebration, and Vietnamese karaoke – but at least …

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I am not a garden

by Bella Ziade I am going to keep the dead flowers in my room until I feel better That way I won't see my bed as a graveyard but rather as something that gives and lets go Blooms and buries And though the smell of decay is not sweet Nor …

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