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BERKELEY'S NEWS • MAY 24, 2023

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All I see is the page / It’s all that matters but I’m not allowed to look at it, / I must suspend disbelief.
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All I see is the page / It’s all that matters but I’m not allowed to look at it, / I must suspend disbelief.
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Empty classrooms / Green trees at exactly noon / Music we all heard that one time / All of the above combined / Into the perfect moment.
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Empty classrooms / Green trees at exactly noon / Music we all heard that one time / All of the above combined / Into the perfect moment.
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Do you hate me sometimes / for worrying you.
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Do you hate me sometimes / for worrying you.
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and They said I was one of the lucky ones/ the ones chosen to live.
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and They said I was one of the lucky ones/ the ones chosen to live.
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I’m crushed as he speaks with such hate of my name.
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I’m crushed as he speaks with such hate of my name.
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The two of them: / A mother and her little girl / Feeding the ducks.
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The two of them: / A mother and her little girl / Feeding the ducks.
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I’m lonely and infatuated. / With you, and only you.
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I’m lonely and infatuated. / With you, and only you.
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You are the magic of the pen, / the confessions of a soul broken and mended alike, / a hand to hold, / company to keep, / a precious bond that cannot be broken, you are- / Real to me.
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You are the magic of the pen, / the confessions of a soul broken and mended alike, / a hand to hold, / company to keep, / a precious bond that cannot be broken, you are- / Real to me.
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Every year, one more poem in free verse— / Still frames of silent tears and raucous nights / Snapshots documenting my best and worst / An artist’s impression of maturity and moonlight
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Every year, one more poem in free verse— / Still frames of silent tears and raucous nights / Snapshots documenting my best and worst / An artist’s impression of maturity and moonlight
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