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Fall of a Star

By Deetya Rajan

I watch as the sun sets,
the beautiful descent of a once glorious noon,
falling down, down, down,
leaving in its wake, a bloody path of oranges, pinks, reds,
—a shade of orange reminiscent of a raging fire,
A fire that destroyed a family’s home


The Life of the Party

By Catherine O'Connor

the purple lights start to fade, the crowd dying with them.
     your eyes once hidden in the crowd glow vermilion,
     failing to camouflage themselves beneath the shadows


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