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Mar 2013
Shattered porcelain, on the chamber floor.
Like eggshells, interrupting the silence.

Ebony curls torn out from the scalp.
A wooden cane in his hand.

No NO, he whispered at the withering life.
She breathed her last breath, and then died.
Aparna
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Aparna  Chennai~Singapore
(Chennai~Singapore)   
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