Tag Archives: Apeksha Harsh

Blind Eye

When they ask me if it rains I lie When they ask me if the light hits the pane I lie When they ask me if they are still there I lie When they ask me if I cry I … Continue reading

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Of love in cities

The man walking by the canal stops and takes a boat to the smoky brick tower by the smoky city’s edge: Rapunzel waits for him there in frayed lace, bodice and g-string. He thinks, what a sexy thing is she, … Continue reading

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