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Words by Archita Mittra
Images by Deniz Ataman and Gypsy Amrita Mack
Her loneliness is a half-lit, empty train station in the wee hours of night that waits impatiently for something, someone to happen.
Her loneliness is a distorted mirror where she sees herself as a hungry street dog, desperate for love and without a home.
Her loneliness is the laughter of demented whores echoing through smoky sidewalks, whose wanderlust-soaked souls are raped every night, soundlessly.
Her loneliness is a crowded place, filled with strange dreamed-up people, silhouetted against sunsets she can never paint to life.
Her loneliness is a love letter to her shadow, written on crumpled parchment, in ink scented with nostalgia- a letter that God forgot to tear apart.
Her loneliness is an ancient labyrinth whose prayer-laden stone walls crumble in despair (she knows the way but cannot escape).
Her loneliness is a sky of blue, stained by the hope-drugged clouds of longing.
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