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Nandini Ramanathan '23

years gone by 

look back and your loves behind you 

house of the trees 

over the shards of the memories 

times gone, times lost, times lived 

and veining through the earth 

they grow further and further away 

your beating heart dancing 

one beat for a century 

scribblings of life. they give their blood 

cut their fingers on papers for you. 

to create 

for there’s a madwoman in this attic 

veins still full with double gold ichor 

the ashes of the stars in her worded bones. 

View from below the floorboards 

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