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Poems by ratnaprabha raykar : 11 / 27
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Me, an old house
demolitioners descend upon me with chisel and crowbarsstrike me where i am vulnerable mostthey look at me with gleedeciding which part of me is juicestout come my doors and windowswhich lineup with SALE labelled on themdevoid of walls i still live onhoping my walls will rise againbut hey what do i seewalls rise to reach the skyshaping cubicles large and smalleach vying with the othertrying to glean shoppers from each otherMy spirit is tattered between themAm I living or dead or multiplied
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All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?