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The Soul of Objects In the hush between heartbeats, objects whisper their forgotten sorrows. A rusted key remembers a home, a broken cup mourns the warmth it once held. These verses breathe into the inanimate, giving soul to silence, grief to glass, and love to lifelessness. Every poem - a heartbeat of something that never spoke, but always felt. Copyright 2025 by Devejya Amar Srivastava All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, address: devejyawrites@gmail.com



