Category: prose, poetry
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Loving You
i will bring sunflowers at your door and greet you with a kiss. i will take you to the places we dreamt at 6, on the bus ride you will ask me to switch seats so you can view the city lights—i will agree, so i can watch you till you fall asleep on my…
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my fear
my only fear is ‘what if i am the only one who remembers?’ what if in the next two or three decades the people i loved no longer remembers what i even look like? will i be able to hold all the memories people like them discard on a road side gutter to a better…
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the writer i loved .
i once loved a writer till the day she put a bullet in her head. she did tell me she loved me too and often read Hemingway to me on soft sunday mornings. then on the day we got married she planted a bougainvillea tree in her mother’s garden.it was five summers ago. her mother,…
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From a Gen z to a Gen z
I hope my generation heals from what broke them as a child growing up in between the love of their parents and the life given by the loud television set. ‘There is nothing wrong’ this phrase has been told and passed down for generations, when there was infact always something wrong with the world and…
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