Tuesday night
Go to sleep
I woke up on Sunday afternoon
in between
Has the day come?
Is it night?
don't know
For uneaten food
For slurred speech
Unintelligible medical reports
Do not swallow
Milligrams of hell
Pills
testimonies
Remind me
Memoryless
or condition
insist
to force
What did you come for?
On the balcony potted plant
A fresh table rose
Two are gray
A black cub
A mother cat
Less intense heat
The cricket team that advanced to the finals
It's fine
have been
The days when I was gone
In the courtyard of the house
A dead cockroach
lies on the back of the head.
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