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  • Intermission**

    You set the stage; the lights are on.

    But the reflection you see isn’t your own but me—

    the mirror of your youth.

    Looking at your vanity,

    you highlight the flaws I have begged—in front of the world—to bury deep.

    Click.

    Click.

    Click.

    You walk on the stage,

    your performance of a lifetime.

    The love and devotion I know are…

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  • A Version of us

    You remained quiet when you were supposed to fight— push, punch, scream—do something. Then sit there and play a victim, making me seem like a…

    Naina V and Bhakti DUA
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  • A child wearing war

    War, where peace was expected, a battle rose like the sun in the east. Screams and cries— fat tears rolling down my war‑torn face like…

  • A Hug

    I want a hug — not the kind from your friend that is brief and quick, or even one from your parents that feels more like an obligation than a delight. I want a hug that I can feel wrapped around my soul, picking up the pieces that lay bloody and bruised on the ground, putting them together even if they’re in the wrong spot. A hug that…

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    Naina V
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  • Threadbared truths

    The stitch holding the worn seams together at the corners meant to bind a beautiful masterpiece that would last forever. Soft echoes of spoken memories…

  • Unanchored

    An anchor, by definition, is a heavy object attached by rope or chain to keep a ship from moving — a weight that was supposed…

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