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Excerpting Senior Writers: Justin Wymer '12

Wymer reflects on writing his poetry thesis.

over everything—I ask you to

listen—you can never possess

the loudness of a tossed cigarette—

Reuse the wicker’s oils, crawl into

the leaves, into the wefts of snow—

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in greenish light—I tell you

this: Court the beautiful

tone-deaf woman who stops every day to clench and

pick up a leaf—just outline—

Imagine how she could ever vow for

anything—And know—Nothing

in this brackish ice-lit time was ever

wasted—

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