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Nov 2020
Today I think
I saw a peculiar object on
the other side of the coal window—
a ghost perhaps. Quietly it stood,
still like my mouth. Now I’m combating
the quiet. I will soon speak, you see.
Written by
PenSlinger
206
   Aparna
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