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Jul 2018
your tongue teases me
linguistically
writing the aftermath of my heartbreak
clean up efforts be ******

with a mission not to heal
but to make me feel
my words no longer made of steel
forgive my hands they’re fully stained
i’ll wipe them clean, make us whole again
Kriti Gupta
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Kriti Gupta  27/F/Sydney
(27/F/Sydney)   
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