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An Open Letter To ‘Her’

You were like the grill of a window and me, a mere droplet of water trying to hold on but ultimately falling to the cold hard ground. Letting go was better, lest we should have amalgamated into one rusted being.

My Worst Fears

As Sita grew up, she learned new things about mitochondria and Wilde and atoms and what not. She even learned where her name came from, but the one thing that always troubled her most was the mystery of why she was asked about her future partner.

Can I Call You Mine?

Upon hearing the clicking of the car door, I am startled, frightened even. But oh, it's just this one person I dote on. With furrowed brows and curiosity in their eyes, they sit beside me.
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