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December 2015

The False Life

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An Unlikely Friendship

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The Dowry Chest

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The Periphery

At the centre of all worldly things The fast moving cars, the fitting, bright clothes That makes men mad for women And women swoon for men Our tables, our chairs,

The Wait

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Madwoman

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Abode

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Crime Scene

Every time you cross my path, for a second in infinity, the universe fades into oblivion. I feel you burn through all the nights I spent trying to convince myself

Sealed Fate

The bell jingles as I open the door to the wooden shack. Accompanying the sound of the bell is your exuberant laughter booming across the space, enveloping everyone in your

Powerful Man!

Bloodshed, murder! A man killed his own kin, his own daughter, who he said had committed a sin of marrying a man from another religion and he says he preferred

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