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Infinite, by Guest Poet Abby Jackson

“In this moment…I swear…we are infinite.” – The Perks of Being a Wallflower  This was supposed to be our infinite Our one final cheerOur infinite, imperfect, imbalanced, senior yearInfectedImpededImbalancedUnclearImprisoned, robbed of our last souvenir Enclosed by all of these in, im’s, and … Continue reading

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