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Feb 2014
still, so still..

a musty odor abutting against my door

percolating from the malodorous appendages of a subordinate

feigning work at this late night hour.

And my frazzled CFL is glistening over

intolerable Latin, scribbled before my eyes for me to devour
Ishaa Srivastava
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Ishaa Srivastava  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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