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The Little Bird’s Flight into the World

My fingers pinch her cheeks. It feels like the last time. Pigtails sprout out of her bob-cut hair, And her eyes become bigger, more innocent. I utter something between a laugh and a cry, Hoping my daughter can’t hear the pain in my voice. It feels like yesterday When I […]

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Red and Salty Ink

I am sad, But I can’t tell you why, ‘Cause I don’t know myself. Rivers of ink Flow out the nib of my pen. The rivers are red, Ruby red, And as salty as tears. They seep through Every material worthiness Ornamenting my skin. They soak through The lines on […]

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Devanshi Gupta