Tag: tender buttons
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writer feature: Adeeba Talukder
undulate The East river is never still upon stones and ships. tremble Always, the chance of touch. leaf How thin we are- how everything makes us flap, snap, fall crooked branches before night They are like hands frozen into longing, hairs tangled beyond separation. Urdu A Lucknow courtesan adorned to madness, […]
José Angel Araguz