Author: Prena subba
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Getting Better
i have been meaning to get better. i want to visit Venice someday. and lay on the coast of adriatic. someone will write me a love note but right now, i am watching a garbage burn. the skinny man is toiling it with a stick. he looks sad, not that sad but he doesn’t seem…
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Storms in my Coffee Cup
There are days when my fears sounds louder than all of my courage. I can only afford to see the bluest sky above me shatter with thunder till nothing remains, except for the silence in between the raindrops seeking for a warmer sun. I am tired of the cafe’s white noise and the tremor that…
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i heard
i heard your hair has grown longer you wear it long parted in middle like the roads you have walked on long, simple and halfway where you have built a house from the bricks your father laid on i heard you are married now and that you have a daughter who sits by the window…
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i dreamt of a place
i dreamt of a place where the two of us were happy it wasn’t heaven or the cordial idea of forever lodged in a cosmos somewhere i dreamt of a place where the two us were happy it was in our arms in our sorrows and shame and compassion in our spines fairytales never happened…
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