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Feb 2018
"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."
Kartikeya Jain
Written by
Kartikeya Jain  24/M/India
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