Tag: stories
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you see, there was once a man in my neighbourhood. he usually wore a dark green gho and faded socks to his job somewhere. he was a nice man in late 20s that’s what i was told by the older women who basked in the sun and waited for their alcoholic men. he always had…
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we are all stories in the end.
that lady who couldn’t be loved, now wears cruelty like an armored jewelry. that blue t-shirt man on the bus you take every morning; he is still in love with his divorced wife. he still cares for this children who refuses to call him dad. and almost every night, that girl in neon-red hair and…
Prena subba
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why i love tragedy
and if you ask me to write a storyi would write about the utmost tragedy and every form of tyranny, ripping the life out of a body. you would call me insane for burning down the finest love stories. while i would just waste my body over a stale whiskey served in tea cups and…
Prena Poetry 