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  • I only heard his footsteps at dawn & late at night coming back...
    But he was there smiling when I rolled my first cigarette in front of the relatives.

    (from Manganiyar Seduction by Lengo)

    Not Orpheus would I walk to hell
    for love lost or mocked
    though to trees I too talk
    and know my forest well

    I hear your song of solace
    for kites broken free from within
    fear not my friend the thistle thorn
    it is pared & made a necklace
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