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With a burst of dust, I gasp for breath,
crawling for my contact, the presence of mind,
eyeing the smile of death,
breathes into life, a flavor of puff,
bringing back my senses, the stinking sweat.
About the Creator
Parvathi J
Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
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