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 Sep 2022 Sukanya Sinha Roy
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Nights don’t change…

Perhaps just the stories
they weave in infinites
from the fires of stars
and embers of hearts…

Or perhaps it’s the way
they were captured
and deciphered;
Reworded and retuned
to the song and dalliance
of the hand-wielded ink.
I do not plan to exit meekly.
I aim to be drug into that twilight
Tightly clutching the shirt-tails of my life
Hanging on by teeth and toenails.
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I love living and never want to quit.
Taken by the reckless wind
Lost in distant clouds
         And here the fall of her hair
         Tethers my mind to the sky
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