poetry

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possession

nor did they who lived and lostneither those who loved and had~possession

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life 2.1

‘a room of one’s own’a corner for yourselfdeep in the crevices ofthe house you made home-therein lies a contradictionfattened by

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amiss

palms  not growingthe boulevard looks naked without                    shade- see it’s not their fault reallythey were not taught to grow upwards

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absences

the woodpecker’s left the gardenyou miss its pecking the earthleaving its mark all over-in patches of presence a child kissing

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monsoons

there is nothing more beautiful than a sky after it has shed its last tear on the parched land.monsoons in

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