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Inanimate Object

“Ammi doesn’t like it when you touch her books.” Rehan had a deep frown etched in the middle of his eyebrows as he stood in front of me, shaking his head disapprovingly in my direction. I stood there, next to … Continue reading

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1am

It’s 1am & there’s a lemur living inside me/ he has sad eyes/ there are chicken sleeping inside those eyes. The eyes are growing bald/ by that I mean the chicken are bald/ the eyes are growing bald in slowmo/ … Continue reading

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Eh, coffee

There are many things that go through my mind when I’m out of French vanilla for my mandatory cup of coffee/ yeah, in the in-betweens of the afternoon. If I stick yellow Post-it notes on every inch of my body, … Continue reading

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