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Jul 2021
Fingers set to graze
Like starved cattle or silver
Raised my skin to peaks
The History: I am constantly questioning whether these are accidents or intentional acts. There are two realities now, the one in which I don't turn to call you out, and the one where I do and you make me feel crazy.
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       Ayesha and Aparna
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