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anjuli raza kolb

Golden A

What is a quote unquote political poem Were you really a coffee prince Should I have married you then Should I marry you now

You were an age I’d eventually pass through and babe—it is old skull, old head How do you walk in the jungle with a child How do you speak jokes to babesinarms

Property is theft I whispered and I meant it and I was right rude kid beloved buttermilk, pooris string-tied wrists and elbows cheek pinchy guddu yeah, coffee is for growns a pebble of jaggery in a golden A for anarchy swings like a liar from my throat

I think about the baramdah, its swing aged future cradle Smell the green moss—hear the wood sing have a few white hairs in the salt


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