"The Spotlight is where we preserve our past, celebrate our present, and encourage our future contributors."
-CSUDH English Graduate Association
By Lynda Rodriguez |
Yours is the color of sweetness
Always comforting Warm Like home
Sinful is mine
Inviting And satisfying. But never first choice
But if amber pours into
Obsidian Does it not make something
Beautiful
Tis all it took
Your warmth
Fifteen Seconds.
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