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Home is red, and white, and smiles shining so bright
The sun wonders if he’s doing his job right
Time is slower here, like a snail leaving a stain
But marks this deep aren’t washed away by morning rain
The words on compasses give us directions we already know
East, West, North, South- thaw the ice and snow
We held in our hearts for too long
We thought letting go was wrong
You are a snail
exhale.
Lily Eldridge '27
Exhale
Heeva Alavi '27
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