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Oct 2012
Hatch me,
from worldly confinement,
shaking me
as I unconsciously sleep walk
into a new realm
of pain,
torn apart
like little bags of ******
releasing me
from the puppet master's strings,
leaving my mutilated back
slightly stitched
after exposure
to this metempsychosis
Ajay
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Ajay
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