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Uncannily Siti Rohana Dawood Every day jilts me of the habits I grow recognizable Denied the life Thought I was promised My head is the space I have taken up My brain cells Are oxygenating me to live For most times my existence is An epitaph for others Those meaningful moments Are a blur, blind spots That would register significance I only I look back Occasionally When absence of warmth bewails Or comes between Circuitous lessons bestirs My already Wounded primary losses

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