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Aug 2022
Heartbreak:
seeping in between
moldy ceiling tiles and their
blissful indifference,
reaches me with rueful claws
and ***** my unsuspecting eyes
dry.
I don't have room for thirst
anymore,
I'm tired of water:
my feet are shriveled past prunes
from standing salty puddles
in which I'd hoped
I might drown.
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Tiger Striped  21/F/Very Far Away
(21/F/Very Far Away)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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