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Mar 2018
It appeared,
a whisper.
The caress of foulness
gripped my stomach,
years of negligence,
curdled my mind.
Love was dead,
I bristled
in front of the corpse.
A poem about dead fantasies
Written by
Arima  F/New Haven
(F/New Haven)   
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     Megha gupta and ---
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