Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Poppysmic: Verse Attack
Poppysmic: Verse Attack: Just not a Mother I always saw her as a mother, I repent for not seeing her any oth...
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The morning rush was on. I scurried around the house for meeting various deadlines. Making sure bread pieces do not get an overt...
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It was the first thought that came to her as she woke up. He was gone. And, soon, this bedroom, the house in whose eastern corner it sa...
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And some day like this , I could only reflect upon the roads not taken, trips not made, calls not received, hands not held, not greeting mo...
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