By VB Bonny A shelf that lost herself. The cup of lies I drank, with our stories just blank pages asserting themselves. He was a man of honour, always dressed in a suit, embellished with a neatly pres
By VB Bonny She never lived in the margins of my notebook! The buildings I crossed, the railway station I arrived, was more than just a destination. The curry rice and a devouring ambition followed
By VB Bonny The cocoon has broken when the butterfly spreads her wings rebelling against the afternoon sun. The honking bus announced its arrival Screeching brakes rushed to board Oh! This butterfly i
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