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May 2015
If cursing you
or crying rivers
or breaking pens and
pencils
or marring the sculpture
I had so lovingly made
of your face
or taking pills
or cutting skin
or drinking blood
or pinning eyes
or pinching shoulders
or pulling hair
or lashing legs
or inflicting pain
however
could erase the pain,

I would.
(But I spit out poetry instead)
Maria Imran
Written by
Maria Imran  22/F
(22/F)   
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