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Varsha Das

Sell me an old map

when there's nowhere left to go

when the cities are blown to cement dust 

and there's nothing left to know

when the air is heavy with dying exhales

and your fossil feet are cold, 

Sell me an old map then

and let me wish for more

Author, Poet, Writer, American, Indian Australian writers
Varsha Das
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