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Feb 2018
of the scarlet sledgehammer
in my chest,
When I lay my head
at the juncture of your
crossed legs

We spin, a thousand
Voices in a choir
Echo between my cochleae

My heart, once jagged scrap
metal trash pick-up,
Wrought iron from the
ember of your
fever
anusha
Written by
anusha  17/F
(17/F)   
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   schuyler
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