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Naked Graphite

Feb 14, 2023
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By Ankita Dwivedi


Naked graphite, gushing water

Wasted mountains, miserable sands.

In them I dig pots for someone I suppose , Marking with reeds; these estranged lands .




Walking with intention right when my legs ache.

Piercing metals , tracing petals in my bones as I wake .

Devour my senses with pain right when it hurts

Shivering in rain soaked bright more often than strained t-shirts .

You are a wound that I fester in me .

You are many and I, not even one .


By Ankita Dwivedi






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