ode to the present by jackson rusch
what we need, she holds on to she will come and pass her voice rises in the new place soon gone forever still we pass for prospection, later regardless we all amass such a low chance we care; far from her obvious treasure how arrogant? in a world of i n f i n i t e people she’s our hidden communicator we’ll never see her through what we want, she cannot equal but once we f i n d the person we seek we’ll see she was the most unique
the beach
by ethan schlesinger
34//Growth
