Photo by Laurie Shaw on Pexels.com I lay passive next to him, the heaving of his chest, the fluttering of my eyes. We kept staring at the blank ceiling. The wet patches on the roof, the leaky tap in the kitchen, wallpapers to hide the cracks, curtains to cut the glare, capacitor for the fan … Continue reading Poem: Renovations
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Poem: Broken Art
If the one thing that makes us cry is the one thing we ever loved,
