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𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒐'𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔

𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 &𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 .

The Museum of Abandoned Streets

Featured at @WattpadPoetry [21/01/19] A collection of poems reflecting the indigenous culture of Pakistan, and somehow sub-continent, which can be read by readers from all over the world. © f a t i m a | 2019

Millie, And The Other Little Girls

Poem by Galatea I cannot love my mother's mole covered belly. Not since I learnt the shame of incest. Like some phantom licking my neck, It sneers when I turn and ask "why?"