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New moon and I’m born through pain,
crying out as the light blinds any sight,
beginnings with meagre moments of delight,
clinching cherished flickers of fragile life. Continue reading
New moon and I’m born through pain,
crying out as the light blinds any sight,
beginnings with meagre moments of delight,
clinching cherished flickers of fragile life. Continue reading
I’ve never been a fan of waking up,
foresaking my dreams has never attracted me.
I’d rather be lost in a world of imagination,
never having to face the cold reality of truth…
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Dear father, brother, son,
These are strange times indeed,
When a billion women remain unseen
By the very societies claiming civility… Continue reading