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t-shirts & teapots -- poetry by Srihith Jarabana


so I stared


ever since the magnificent maze under the lakeshore crumbled,

the smoke even smelled like ancient cola cans and rotten fabric

and the burning sensation made me cry

keeping my eyelids open for far too long


so I ran


for the messy, crass hills which

contained the faulty bronze door knobs

left over from the abandoned shacks


so I turned


into a puddle of tears that returned

from the deepest place in my heart


so I jumped


into an abyss until there was nothing left

 

Srihith Jarabana is a sixteen-year-old poet hailing from Oakville, Ontario. He likes boxing, board games, and taking the train with his friends to the city on the weekends.



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