Words

​Your words, 

like dagger

dug on my flesh. 


To mask your dearths,

you cut me 

wherever I bled. 

©Damini Singh 

Author: the perfect prole

After years of silent stalking, I finally want to foray in the dangerous territory of adulthood, and the first thing I do is setting up this blog to document all the clumsy journeys I will undertake,.

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