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Poem · Abstract

Outgrown

by Ananya Rutuparna ✓ · 23 Feb 2026

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I’m folding your name like a heavy winter coat, No longer needed, though it kept me warm. There’s a lightness now in the back of my throat, A calm that only settles after the storm.

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