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From The Biography Of An Unknown Woman: Xxix
an invisible eye-witness box
he always carried with him
‘you would never lose a chance
to see me stand there,
if only it meant
to defend yourself…’
she thought to herself
as she closed the door
to seek her asylum after
he had left for the day’s work..
08jun2010
02.40hrs
poem
by
Indira Babbellapati
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