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I Will Not Write About The Boy I Like
The world is imploding. I should not be writing about the boy I like, who recently told me he likes me too.
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Memories of Touch- Poem In A Pandemic
In the protected rooms where people are intubated there are no last hugs and the only thing to touch may be the glass of the window through which you can look at them
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Corona Pyaar Hai! Some Don’ts, and Some Do’s During Isolation
Navigating sex & intimacy during a pandemic
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