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   Volume XI, Issue I

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Poetry


Let Me Be Your Twin II
Kyle Hemmings

 

We can invent memories or eat hot dogs like true Yankee fans, mustard the color of our new dirty
angel tee shirts. Set up a lemonade stand on Central Park West. We'll donate all proceeds to us.
Your father will be my father and the three of us will wash out all the dirty stains of my father's
past. Let's trade closets. Let's play rabbit and hunter. I'll have you squirming in my palm. Or I
might let you go. You're such a silly rabbit and my gun is only a toy one. Grow up. I'm already
older than you.

 

 

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