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Halim’s knees were bleeding again. He touched a finger to the scratches as an angry voice filled the air. A scrap metal merchant was picking up rusted aluminium rods off the ground and cursing at [...]

Oh! I float like a helium balloon at a poetry-fest Breath of syllables, how can a poet ever rest? For explorers, fulfilment lies at Mount Everest Like that bold badge on a veteran’s weary chest. [...]