Tangible Lakes

Jul 19, 2024

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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

By Aneri Desai

Just as the tensile lakes

that freeze when it is cold

and melt away

when the heat is firmly bold,

I do not desire to be sane

or voraciously insane.

I only wish to be sensible and sensitive

in whatever ways beknown or yet unknown.

By Aneri Desai

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