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Jul 2017
an Egyptian dancer
who in the bare silk
retraces her moves
over sand and scorpions,
converting morbid infatuations
to desires in the sweltering heat
and as silk melts
I can think nothing of,
than to watch and pray for salvation
for this timid abomination from faith
maybe this how monsters are made,
I wasn't sure
or I didn't cared that time.
Shashank Bhardwaj
Written by
Shashank Bhardwaj  25/M/Delhi
(25/M/Delhi)   
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     Ayesha Khan, Madeon, --- and ---
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