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ayanchakraborty250

Updated: Jun 9, 2022


Circles bleed.

Closing without the centre. Coming of age.

Mocking like the tip of an uneasy sum.

Too heavy for the pen.

Empty. Like most felt sometime.

Like that night.

That one night when every body knew

falling under a ridge.

I will tell you.

Remember Kamala's 'freaks'?

That deep. You know, it is true!

Every body knows about that seige.

 
 
 

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