Purple flower
Timsal Fatima The purple flower had gone brown. The grave might have done something to it. I had forgotten that this grave existed in my backyard until a friend, who …
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Dead Prodigy
Timsal Fatima You are glinting silverware, tucked in a red velvet cloth. I am a jilted pot with shabby apertures. My bedroom windows leak while yours are bandaged by their …
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