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Adilah Ahmad

Detached

  I had a dream about you last night Stars fell out of your mouth As you tried to speak I stood right in front of you Your eyes were swirling thunders...

Uninvited

Anxiety knocks on my front door and demands to be let in. I am too much of a pushover; I let her in with little resistance and offer her some tea. “It’s be...