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Went pale when I saw
Angie's face because it was
like seeing a ghost.
Our inheritance
is loss

I don't care
about liberation

Freedom is
the ignis fatuus

Everyone's a slave
to something
 Oct 2020 Aditya Roy
PenSlinger
The first time
I cried, sky caved in
and the gods got
hit by bullets;
I still hear
the ricochets of pain--
their or mine
i know not--
each instant
someone's blue
and drips drops
of bullet-like tears.
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
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