4 am

By: Asha Seth
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you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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Feast for the Unfortunate

By: Asha Seth
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it was a day unlike any other day the sun went up the garbage bins came down tumbling forth from the cleaner’s grip laying its treasures bare in the street rotting fragrances filled the air out came the mutts with practiced flair days of starvation will have to be gone no more sniffing and chasing…

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