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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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