Sundays @ 12 Noon - Chủ nhật @ 12 giờ trưa English by Susmita Paul Some nights the elbow stretches straight, running Over the edge – A perfect tout feeling at the shoulder The elbow angled at that perfect degree Inwards and paused. The palms meet gravity, Hanging Half open unlaced mushthi*1. No cribbing In dreams. I carried the hundred bells threaded to the feet Half across the globe, and
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