"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
- Robert Frost
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Stories by artaum
Unveiled Hearts
Love is a perplexing term. Its meaning shifts with the hands that hold it. The love that once held Nura bruis...
Eldest daughter rage
Poetry that chips down the barriers we forcefully built, softens our hearts, and lets the wetness that pools...