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87 · Apr 2020
Transiting Single
Arun R Apr 2020
My naked heart
Like empty bed

feels full and warm
when he is in

used and crumpled
after he has gone

So I guard it
with white bedsheet

no colors no flowers
no birds and bees

just lonely white
plain unfucking white

— The End —