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Blue Butterflies
The war ate the 14-year-olds. Such were the days, when young boys wielded swords and died on these dusts. Politicians, drunk in the revelry of
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The war ate the 14-year-olds. Such were the days, when young boys wielded swords and died on these dusts. Politicians, drunk in the revelry of
The chalk dissolved on the pavement when the first rains of the year came, Hopscotch trails and stick figures disappearing as the ground turned a
What exactly have I done so wrong? I have listened to his cries and please I have tried to understand all of his Hopes, dreams
Childbirth is the mother of adventure,. You hear of heavens, rocks and earths Getting split opened like the mouths of lovelorn soldiers roaring irate, Vocalic
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I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at
Another child has been killed by yet another house-help – this time they are both males. The boy, a child of 3, was placed inside
At exactly twelve noon, she was found dead. Sitting all by herself, a fat old cat resting at the foot of her chair; oblivious of