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Mrinalini Raj

I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.

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Tag: handicap

RECOVERY IN SEPTEMBER. (poem)

They moved towards the dark,
matching his slow steps. He, humming
his blurred laugh, more blurred
with feet.

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