Poems from Arkinsee
Surviving became a standard instinct
Scavaging for food became a daily routine
I wasn't the breadwinner, but I was the caretaker
Beggings...
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Why do I do this?
Why do I torture myself at the ungodly hour?
For them.
I don't know who they are
But I know who...
Between the pages, among the ink
Among the open-eyed nights
Unfolds a world that curls and kinks
and twists in lengthy delight
Nestled in a...