Water
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Aparna Chatterjee
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You may
Take away
The world
From me
But don't take away
My daughter from me
In my
Dry, arid
Parched
Desert land
Of living death
She's the only
Cool, quenching,
Pure, pristine,
Soothing source of
Life-giving water
For me
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