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Feb 2019
I wake up
groggy, grainy, confused
with a taste of disdain on my tongue

I tilt my head
the only speck of magic is the sunlight bouncing off your brown hair

my sadness watches you longingly
I decide,
it is enough to start the day.
Anshita Mehrotra
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Anshita Mehrotra  19/F/India
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