These trees on the way home from class are quintessentially autumnal, but my south asian mind is bungeeing into spring and childhood, because it's the kind of green touched by yellows, pinks, and oranges, that we'd call "tender mango leaf."_
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in that room I have never left this body drifts away from me I've mislaid an empty head crowds have taken its words lines shudder unp...
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