I bought my own soul For a hundred rupees Added it to my flesh Tomorrow if I buy yours Call me a frustrated buyer Not a butcher. More at https://daipayannair.wordpress.com.
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Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets! Blue-chip companies take their name from the color of the highest-valued chips at poker tables on October 28, 1929. (we’re reliable, all-American, safe) Then comes October 29, 1929: the day the stock markets crash. Then comes October 30, 2009: me, new to a minimum-wage custodial crew, learning that the…
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I see bullet soft pedalling on knees shoot it extirpate wounds there is no blood no wound, a searing pain wound is in bullet blood is in bullet. Shoot. Weep, they all are. In Afghanistan, India, Kashmir. Weep. Bob Dylan’s weeping. Got the Nobel. The post Weeping (Got the Nobel) | Ananya S. Guha appeared…
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