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    this morning, I pretended I forgot you,  as I walked past you,  a ghost of your perfume,  choking my breath,  a lot of my memory too,  ...
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      I like to think that if we were numbers, we’d be co primes the only common factor we’ll have will be the one that we’re fo...
  • if silence were a language, I’d unlearn it.
                  How to unlearn a language? (i)                 riot on your tongue scream your favourite words over, and over, and...
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    voice notes to a stranger  (i) hey,  I’m sorry about the fight last night,  I spent the entire night awake thinking  of 27 diffe...
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  • Red Bangles
      The past, the future and these beautiful red bangles,  Shimmer in my kohl filled eyes as I braid my tangles. And walk...
  • A letter to the girl who lives on the Second Floor with Seventeen Potted Plants in her Balcony
    to the girl who lives on the second floor with seventeen potted plants in her balcony, I hope you’re doing okay.  I know you aren’t t...
  • //A poem for today's sunset
    Thursday June 4 th , 2020 7:00 pm It’s day eighty of my own personal lock down and though I watch an average of twenty-two sunsets per...
  • you made me define a forever.
    (i) they said that you’re scared of sandstorms, the last one left you in ruins, a little hollow. You hid behind all the destruction and wat...
  • to grey skies in dead towns
    Our town moves around in layers and layers  of whispers and gossip,  there are too many words that go around.  she says the moon replies...
  • forgetting you in sunsets
    this morning, I pretended I forgot you,  as I walked past you,  a ghost of your perfume,  choking my breath,  a lot of my memory too,  ...
  • running parallel
      I like to think that if we were numbers, we’d be co primes the only common factor we’ll have will be the one that we’re fo...
  • if silence were a language, I’d unlearn it.
                  How to unlearn a language? (i)                 riot on your tongue scream your favourite words over, and over, and...
  • Voice Notes to a Stranger
    voice notes to a stranger  (i) hey,  I’m sorry about the fight last night,  I spent the entire night awake thinking  of 27 diffe...
  • I hate shopping at the supermarket but I do anyway
    thoughts at the supermarket (i) It’s a little cold in here,  a little too dark,   I wish I could cover myself a little,  wear my cape,...

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