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 2 hours since she allowed herself to turn on…
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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 do it till her heart felt simple. She would…
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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 Spellbound swayed gently under his feet, the deck littered…
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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 window’s reflection to reveal your purpose, Meticulously practising to…
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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 your drum set and curse that the notes spell…
