poem
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Twilight is nigh And I must go To the place that’s mine So I may be whole. All the parts of me That are scattered hither and thither Must come back again For a summons has come.
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She screamed She wept Till her throat was raw and eyes numb But it wasn’t enough. She tried again She cried again To find a way to express The anguish and rage.
tales of Suchita 