Alvia Farooqui
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When Grief Calls
“Hello?” 7 months, 20 days, and 2 hours had passed since she last called him 7 months, 20 days, and…
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Poet Heart
Long before you were her world, She’d type and write and scribble There was so much to write about She’d…
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Spellbound
“Hey, do you guys hear that?” But Marcus’s voice got lost in the music of the sea and radio. The…
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Stitched Into Conformity
You skim past traffic lights, unshaken by car crashes, Ride countless roller coasters, seeking any sensation. You wait for the…
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Right Person, Wrong Time
You will be unable to mourn me because I have not claimed any gravestone in the ground. You will bash…