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Tombs

Every time I wish to run away, a piece of me is chipped off. Now I am become so small that I wander amidst tombs for fallen teeth. Amogha Lakshmi Halepuram Sridhar is a writer from India. She wrote for … Continue reading

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witches

If they were still burning witches we wouldn’t stand a chance what with my curly black hair and your demanding tongue and the birthmark at the centre of my neck They’d point at me and call me meddlesome call me … Continue reading

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