Mar 2015
It wasn't until her fingertips bled
Against her raw, numb skin
That she realised that her pain was
Not superficial
But
Carved across her bones and
Etched into her veins
Against her raw, numb skin
That she realised that her pain was
Not superficial
But
Carved across her bones and
Etched into her veins
(India)
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