The urn, a yearning
pressed into bruise
into battle
I know this word, I
mouthed it until I
learned its taste
mouthed it until I
learned its taste
Save me; save my
past--words, bring
me to rest
My heart breaks and breaks and breaks: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2021/apr/21/system-has-collapsed-india-descent-into-covid-hell
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