A habit.
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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins. View all posts by my valiant soul
MY VALIANT SOUL 
You’re a goddess with words.
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A very good read. Nice work. 🙂
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I totally agree with Henna.
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Stunning!
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Thank you.
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Yes, the habit begets stagnation. Were you the sun and I a star… if only. Such incredible poetry.
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Sublime imagery!!! I especially loved this couple of lines,
”I don’t want to be anything-you see
A sunset without an orange kiss.”
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Appreciate your kindness.:)
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