Petrichor

Sonam Kaloti
Arts Editor

No one’s touch feels quite like yours
Wearing pearls on my 21st

you had fun with them. oh, how come
tell me to and I’m on all fours

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fingerprints, scratch, sweat everywhere
lanier

Petrichor
TTB Vit

I’m grounded
elites)

Breathe

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if I call you to drive out to see me

cold and dark, 1 degree

would you savor it? would I taste your spit?
do you burn for me? is your skin on fire?

I could cool you down

Petrichor

TTB Vit

I’m grounded

elites)

Petrichor

TTB Vit

I’m grounded

Pelion keep going

thers

overtop concrete
too soon a leave
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ground me, stay

Petrichor
TTB Vit

I’m grounded
elites)

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Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

Please, my desire is to
Leave here

And go to all the places
Cities, and

Enter my most wort

State—my dreams

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Illustration by Sonam Kaloti