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Sep 8
Buried under the rubble
just a finger protrudes.
People go their way
ignoring the sign for help,
stomping on it, crushing it.
Until all there’s left
is what once was.
Arpitha
Written by
Arpitha  31/F/India
(31/F/India)   
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   Amisha priya
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