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Poem : Sundays With Romila

She treads like a whiff of wind Vandalizing scattered newspapers Slithering over a dozen novels Zipped boots and long skirt Crop top and summer hat Romila strains to find her cologne Winter sighs at stark defiance.

Fan Fiction : Radioactive

There was a time when she walked upright. A time when she ran through the wind, danced on the dirt. Her feet drew planets and universes on the dry soil. Her legs spun gold and silver in their gait.
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