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May 2014
Sunlight seeps through
little cracks on the
broken windows, cuts in
the red curtain,
loose openings of
unhinged doors
and slits in the
scraped walls.

As I wake up
yet another day,
to the mellow touch
on my forehead-
your endearing insistence
on lighting up my day
despite the many barriers
wins.
Soumya
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