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Nov 2016
While there was one,
Indited upon.
And the other,
Folded into an envelope.
But was I not more envious,
Of the ink stained letter
Privileged enough
To be enshrouded,
Embraced,
By the sleeve
With so much love.
Anukriti Trivedi
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Anukriti Trivedi
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