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Read Poem: Native places, by Abhya Kajal

A motionless, eloquent wave would hit me, every now and then. That could do things to me, not even a curse can. Soothe me, for what I dreamt; leave some hope Then break me into infinite pieces; hang me over … Continue reading

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