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Today, I stretched all the way to the door and thought I would leave. My arms held me tight but I was also reaching out. From the outside...
I am standing still. The sky swoon Over my glaring soul. The moon in angst Over a lover who fell On my shoulders. Everything, pressing On...
i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men – they...
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