2001 or The year I went away
With underwater ears I hear twelve thousand dead in Gujarat. Thanks to Seroxat I have no tears for that. The ...
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With pale and stoic grace she walks the edge, Her fragile jaw set firm against the odds, Toes splayed for ...
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When morning comes Bringing ribbons of light Tumbling through slatted fingers Dust dancing in a static storm Like a silent ...
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