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Apr 2018
You found me east of the park
Just after dark
When the sky was still dyed red

No sign of external abuses
Just bruises
From my heel to my head

You knew you'd postpone this death
Though I didn't want to be
You drew your own life breath
And breathed into me
I rolled and choked on life as it stung
Air cold broke like a knife to the lungs

I looked into eyes I'd never known,
And saw a debt I could never own.
But you just smiled and sent me home.
Nilan Gerald Handunge
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Nilan Gerald Handunge  Sri Lanka
(Sri Lanka)   
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