There is no cheerful clatter of pans, or old Beatles records spinning in the living room. No warm cinnamon smell fills the air – only burnt coffee. For a moment, I'm half expecting Papa to swoop me
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Emma is a freshman at the College of William & Mary in Williamsburg, VA. She is an intended conservation/environmental science major and loves to write poetry in order to express her joys and pains through art.
They cut down Prometheus to
prove that we were trying, acting as
organ donor for our
self-fulfilling anxieties,
we have decided that we are
to conquer the ancients,
our own personal Orélie-Antoine
but there is no one else here to
declare our insanity, for
when Methuselah burns,
He has left us for the flames
prove that we were trying, acting as
organ donor for our
self-fulfilling anxieties,
we have decided that we are
to conquer the ancients,
our own personal Orélie-Antoine
but there is no one else here to
declare our insanity, for
when Methuselah burns,
He has left us for the flames
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