The universe plants sadness in our blood cells to sometimes grieve the unmourned
a week of waking up with lead in my bones adulthood cuts through the air i breathe in the sharp monotones of hourly water reminders. a...
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- Jan 25
My childhood is a train to Kerala
This Town at every turn a fire burns in this town crackling with old newspapers, turning pink the palms of those huddled around it i...
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