Silently, I gaze into my mirror My face bare, looking back at me I look at the outline of my features, the familiar moles, the shape of my lips, And smile. I am Quiet Laid out in front of me are my pots of colour, ebony khol, brushes and bright liquids I am captured by … Continue reading
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