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Writing Sentences | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

I am swept off
throwing at clayed feet
baring body
mowing down blistering
rain, now is the time to shun
blisters on an unruly tongue
or cloyed homilies.
Now is the time to run;
nonplussed, scratch at the
write longish sentences.

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