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So Long

By Parizad Gaur



Like raindrops glued to the car’s window, Like platters of water on the road remain, As shallow as to stand with pain under the mud, Like roots of cactus reaching down to hell, There’s deepness buried down the ground, With hands reaching for heaven,

So long, so long…


By Parizad Gaur



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