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Commonwealth
I’ve washed and even scrubbed that shirt
Maybe I didn’t scrub hard enough on purpose
Those pictures are just dust collectors
But still, in the frames, they sit
I stare out my window in hopes (End dash)
You’re staring out yours
Talking to that lonely moon
Hoping it will relay my messages
But maybe they are getting lost in the translation
Because now your eyes stare into another
All that’s left of us is that picture taped on my fridge
Gianna Miranda is an undergraduate Liberal Studies student at Stockton University. She and her mother own a vegan food truck where she works daily after school. She lives with her mother, father, and three younger brothers. She is just beginning to send work out for publication.
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