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Oct 2017
Words are what own me
You string together those letters in a way that controls me

Waiting for phrases laced with clause
Falling victim to a precondition that I never saw

You speak in tangled tongue
Twisted vines of a past coming undone
Linguistically speaking
The damage is done
Kriti Gupta
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Kriti Gupta  27/F/Sydney
(27/F/Sydney)   
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