Love, like shards of glass,
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
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