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Torn piece, the lost cloth,
Bleeding blood, screeching front door,
Stolen lemon, haunts.
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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