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As I walked that one last mile, tasted mud and blood alike. I walked with a limp, and carried a stretcher. On it, a man laid down, with his leg in wrapper. He held on to it, like a prized possession. When morphine heals, he'll come to the conclusion. He once was a runner, like a bolt. Now another war hero, minus few toes. Unworthy it was, the way I taunted him that day, Walking on two feet clearing the way. He might not know the pleasure of it, For duty, he may never be again, fit. Maybe his dues were paid. Maybe his tasks were done. Now, he'll embrace what comes in stride. He won't be asked to run. THE LAST WALK As I walked that one last mile, tasted mud and blood alike. I walked with a limp, and carried a stretcher. On it, a man laid

As I walked that one last mile, tasted mud and blood alike. I walked with a limp, and carried a stretcher. On it, a man laid down, with his leg in wrapper. He held on to it, like a prized possession. When morphine heals, he'll come to the conclusion. He once was a runner, like a bolt. Now another war hero, minus few toes. Unworthy it was, the way I taunted him that day, Walking on two feet clearing the way. He might not know the pleasure of it, For duty, he may never be again, fit. Maybe his dues were paid. Maybe his tasks were done. Now, he'll embrace what comes in stride. He won't be asked to run. THE LAST WALK As I walked that one last mile, tasted mud and blood alike. I walked with a limp, and carried a stretcher. On it, a man laid

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May we meet in another life...? #caption# "It's my time" she whispered, her hands tracing her lovers familiar face. The warmth of her touch felt like home to the man and it was somet

May we meet in another life...? #caption# "It's my time" she whispered, her hands tracing her lovers familiar face. The warmth of her touch felt like home to the man and it was somet

Aman Verma

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The Spectral Appalling of the Harvest Moon As I walked through the lanes leading towards my house, there was an eerie feeling curbing my heart, making chills running down through my spine, making me sweat profusely as there was no cloud cover tonight and the moon was shining bright tonight, as tonight was the night of the "Harvest Moon". (Read full in caption) I paced my steps, trying to reach my house in a jiffy, but I felt like a silhouette was matching every step of mine. Due to fear, I didn't t

The Spectral Appalling of the Harvest Moon As I walked through the lanes leading towards my house, there was an eerie feeling curbing my heart, making chills running down through my spine, making me sweat profusely as there was no cloud cover tonight and the moon was shining bright tonight, as tonight was the night of the "Harvest Moon". (Read full in caption) I paced my steps, trying to reach my house in a jiffy, but I felt like a silhouette was matching every step of mine. Due to fear, I didn't t

Meera Ali

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(Read Caption) When you said~ "Let's not talk". I found the words leaving the blank emptiness of paper and Virginia Woolf, submerging into the suicidal pap

(Read Caption) When you said~ "Let's not talk". I found the words leaving the blank emptiness of paper and Virginia Woolf, submerging into the suicidal pap

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remembrance forget me. it's a chronic ache and our six year-old joke won't be able to support it. it's limp already. forget that you ever saw a haze who

remembrance forget me. it's a chronic ache and our six year-old joke won't be able to support it. it's limp already. forget that you ever saw a haze who

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the thousand-yard stare 1941 i was 31 years of age an artist, a painter of portraits and panoramas also a teacher in the villages of Krasnoyarsk ready to live the

the thousand-yard stare 1941 i was 31 years of age an artist, a painter of portraits and panoramas also a teacher in the villages of Krasnoyarsk ready to live the

Meera Ali

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Her tongue was speaking some foreign language and I took off my eyeballs to reach the core of her silence, to understand what she meant. Her

Her tongue was speaking some foreign language and I took off my eyeballs to reach the core of her silence, to understand what she meant. Her

Diwa

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My dearest Baui, At the moment, you are lying in a state of coma on my sofa. We just came from the vet and you were scheduled to be given an antibiotic injection. As we arrived at the clinic, you threw up and then went unconscious. I was carrying you in my arms. (CAPTION) LETTER DAY 2: "My Dearest Baui" My dearest Baui, At the moment, you are lying in a state of coma on my sofa. We just came from the vet and

My dearest Baui, At the moment, you are lying in a state of coma on my sofa. We just came from the vet and you were scheduled to be given an antibiotic injection. As we arrived at the clinic, you threw up and then went unconscious. I was carrying you in my arms. (CAPTION) LETTER DAY 2: "My Dearest Baui" My dearest Baui, At the moment, you are lying in a state of coma on my sofa. We just came from the vet and

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~ Bliss The cityscapes and the urban skyline, it's what my usual world be like. The highrisers reaching for the higher peaks, each one racing with t

~ Bliss The cityscapes and the urban skyline, it's what my usual world be like. The highrisers reaching for the higher peaks, each one racing with t

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30th Nov, 2020 1:05 am Dear Diary, I am sleepy. I am tired. I afraid, will my eyes again open if I give them a rest? I’m tired of smelling

30th Nov, 2020 1:05 am Dear Diary, I am sleepy. I am tired. I afraid, will my eyes again open if I give them a rest? I’m tired of smelling