Nineteen Eighty Four.
The classroom door.
A stranger.
Asking for me.
His identity.
what teacher asked for.
A lightning in me.
The stranger touched me.
He felt a rock.
A pink frock, unpacked.
What he got for me.
Still surfs.
First feel of his life.
Unwanted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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