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Here      I live again. Body fingered in rust, this language sledging on its words. Here      I lisped into walls. Bridge veins. My ash flows under this bridge. A broom cannot sweep its water. I say that if I hang from a clothesline, … Continue reading

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Silk Noise

inside this wrist of noise   there comes a road   it hangs itself   and all day it sweats   like a stone   keeping itself shallow for drinking Devanshi Khetarpal is a junior at St. Joseph’s Convent School, Bhopal, India. She is the author of Welcome to Hilltop … Continue reading

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