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Dec 2012
A woman walking past,
                      grunting in pain, alone
dragging her feet, as if
                        it's her ****** past.
On  immaculate white
                            marble floor,
a big blob of blood
               *
                  *
                        splatter
          ­                             *
                                                   *
                                                

                                  a mutilated hibiscus.
                          Two eyes look on stunned
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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