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At Home With My Foes

By Khushi Arora

My eyes have

been a comfort place

for hopelessness

yet my lips

have the brightest shades of smiles.

My heart feels out of breath

but I have the loudest stories to tell.

my legs feel numb, tangled in the grip

of an unhealed past,

yet I walk each day.

My mind feeds on my nights, its parasitic,

but there’s an abundance of creative flow.

Yes, it’s all me, we coexist.

By Khushi Arora

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