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Jun 2013
Chaos...
Dusty yellow street lights,
honking truck drivers...
cigarette smoke puffed carelessly in your face..
and the quest..
the unending quest for a single free breath...
giving you the slip at every bend in the clogged road...
the careful painstaking preserving of that one impossibility,
the concentration of all of existence on a handful of dust....
urvashi
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urvashi
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   Aishani Laha
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