Author: Prena subba
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Life as An Art
but living was really an art, wasn’t it?if i had only told you earlieri too have a semicolon inkedon my golden wrist mother doesn’t know what it meansi just tell her i am a survivorand will always make a warriorout of the woman in my chest there is no shame to be feltfor the sufferings…
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a thing called love
so i meow at my cat once and she will follow me and rub her head against me or purr, expressing that she feels something towards me and that is love; it is amazing how an animal can also understand something called love and it is beautiful how love can act as a bridge between…
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Saturday Nights
i don’t remember you holding me. you said your parents were solving a family feud out of town. we were smoking on your bedroom’s balcony— congested among the bicycle parts and leftover of the science project from last summer. we were listening to Saturday Nights, it used to be your favorite song back then. all…
Prena Poetry 