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A Ride On A Trance

Oct 1, 2022
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By Aswini Sivadasan



“What I write

Speak what my trance

Creates to spill

The Ink onto the pages of my Eras.





May resemble many inner voices;

May speak what many hold in their cavern,

Yet, it is mine alone.

What voice you do hear while reading mine

Is ours. It is ours, my tasters.

The inked minds read the inked pages.”



By Aswini Sivadasan




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