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Pressed Flowers, Jessica Lattanzi ‘23
from Tapestry 2021
Pressed Flowers
I place your pressed flowers Under my pillow So the memories they froze Might visit my dreams. I hold your pressed flowers Close to my chest So their last drops of strength Will coat my fears in gold. I weave your pressed flowers Into my hair So they can remind me of my beauty When I fail to see it. I beg your pressed flowers For one last instruction; How to learn To go on Without you.
Jessica Lattanzi ‘23