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Jul 2023
Whatever was that sapling between us
growing steadily without sun?

Did it beg for the sea-washed crook of your arm?
To sit in our garden β€˜til dawn?
[06-2019]
Written by
Shayla V
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   Sarita Aditya Verma
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