“Unlearning your presence”
Undoing what I never did Unwilling to sacrifice my laugh Unraveling myself from the tangle of ties Unaware of the path ahead Unshrinkable self-worth Unafraid of the unknown Unforgiving I might be Unforgettable, I won’t be.
“Ghar”
I have a house With giant wooden doors All are welcome Anywhere they go. I have a house With windows open wide Breeze or Bugs No one decides. I have a house Curtains so white Bright in the moment Calm in the night. I have a house Where time is made Voices are loud Stories…
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